Page 7 of Grace's Revelation
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GRACE
Acouple weeks had passed since Mase and I crashed into each other and blew both our worlds into oblivion. I had been in a funk all week. Looking over my shoulder at every turn. I wasn’t sure what I feared more, him coming back or him not coming back.
The ladies made it back from Bikefest all in one piece. I knew I had to tell Anna, but I dreaded it.
She made me check in often, but didn't talk to me about Mase or how it felt seeing him. I was glad, I didn't want to lie to her.
Life got back to normal, but that didn't last for long.
I headed home late one night from the clubhouse. Coca and I put the finishing touches on a business plan for the security firm.
An unfamiliar bike sat in my driveway.
I scanned the area. The hair on the back of my neck stood at attention.
I parked next to the strange bike and grabbed the gun from my lower back. I climbed off and clicked off the safety.
“Put the gun away, Gracie.” His voice came from the side steps that led to the porch.
“No. I think I’ll keep it right where it is.” I clicked the safety back on, but held it in my hands. “In case some overly emotional asshole wants to put his hands on me again.”
I sidestepped around to get him in my sight.
He chuckled and dropped his head.
“I’m sorry, Grace.”
“For what?” I asked.
“For hurting you.”
“Which time?”
“Fuck, Gracie, put the gun down.” He rubbed his face. “I tried to stay away, but I needed to see you.”
He looked up.
The pleading in his tone, hit me in the chest. The pain and hurt bubbled around the corners of his usually bright eyes and it crushed my heart.
I had been warring with my conscious all week trying to figure it out, figure us out.
When I thought about the things he said to me, I thought about the sweet things he whispered in my ear, the dirty things that made my body shiver.
When I thought of his hands on me, they comforted me, caressed me, and possessed me. His fingers inside of me made more of an impression than when they were around my throat.
What is wrong with me?
I put the gun away and walked past him up the steps.
“Come on.” I opened the door and left it open as I walked into the living room.
I walked down the hall to peek in on Cason. He was curled up on his side in the middle of his little bed. I leaned over and pushed his hair out of his face. He had his uncle’s hair. I leaned over and kissed him.
I found Mase slumped down in the corner of the couch. I sat on the large chair by the window.
He smirked and rested his hands on his stomach.
