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“I can carry you when you need me to, baby, but onlyyoucan find out who you are. Question is, do you want me by your side? Because I wish I didn’t have to take singlefuckingstep without you.”
I lift my hands, covering my face. No one has ever validated my needs as much as he is now. I can’t control the overwhelming feeling of confidence. And it’s because of him.
Unfortunately, I don’t get the chance to tell him that.
Hearing his phone ring, he sighs. “I have to go.” He immediately steps back, and I instantly feel lost without him close to me. I cross my hands over my chest, covering myself.
Unexpectedly, Travis looks me up and down before he removes his cut and his shirt in front of me.
I give him a curious look, watching as he puts his leathers back on over his t-shirt.
“Arms,” he instructs.
I take a step forward, holding out one arm, and he slips the sleeve over my skin, turning me as I put in the other arm. “It’s a little big,” I tell him.
Facing him, I untuck my hair from under the collar as he starts doing up the buttons, starting from the bottom. It’s intimate. “If you’re going to wear a man’s clothes, I want them to be mine.”
Breathing in the smell hitting my nose, I like the way it swamps me.
“Get some sleep.”
“Okay.”
Travis leaves a kiss on my head then leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
I’m left wondering what the hell is happening? Dropping my shoulders, I turn and pick up my phone, reading the screen.
Dad: I spoke with Henry’s father. Mollie, you can't just push everyone away. I know you want your own space, but this is why you don’t have friends. You come home with me after this weekend, and we can forget all of this
I see the tear hitting the screen before I feel it leaving my eye. My thumb hovers over the screen, unsure what to reply or whether I should reply at all. I hate the self-doubt that he instils.
I’m one decision away from a totally different life.
After this weekend, I just hope I don’t come to regret it.
Chapter Eleven
TRAVIS
“What time did he say he was getting here?”
I look up at Dean. Sitting in the van, we wait for Sparky, the one supposedly already in the know about the house we’re breaking into this weekend. We’re here, we might as well do it. We don’t wait for him, though, and shit will hit the fan with Sonny, the peacekeeper whenever shit flares up. We need to keep him sweet. Once we secure what we need, Sodom Saviours will undoubtedly come after it. We’ll need Sonny onside for that.
My mind hasn’t let up since I left Mollie. Dressed in my shirt, she was everything I didn’t know I needed. Hot headed. Fiery. Her passion and confidence is something I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of. Still can’t believe she pushed me, though. I’ll make sure she pays for that when I’m sure she’s ready. I have no doubt she can take what I want to give her, but the way she shut down when her past got brought up, almost ended what was a perfect night.
The non-existent machine in my chest kicks, and I give a mild shake of my head, realising she’s the reason for it.
Every. Fucking. Time.
“Fucker should have been here five minutes ago,” Dean snaps, pulling me back to the now.
I sense his unease. He’s been back long enough to fit right in, but not quite long enough to know everyone properly yet. “He’ll show,” I say confidently, knowing Sparky doesn’t care much for punctuality. Apparently, he doesn’t care much for secrecy, either.
“Who the fuck’s that?”
I shake my head, just as confused as Dean. “Fuck knows.” My hand instinctively reaches for the key in the ignition, ready to leave if needs be. “But he shouldn’t be here—”
Before I can finish my sentence, Dean’s out of the van, his knife in his hand.
