Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“When we get home. Promise.”
Home.
I liked the way he said that, almost as if he’d moved me in permanently.
“Sounds good,” I breathed, closing the distance until our mouths touched.
“Ewww,” a young kid squealed. “Papa’s kissing a girl!”
I looked over to see a blonde headed rug rat watching us with disgust on her face.
“Pru, darlin.’ It’s not very nice to scream,” Silas reprimanded his eldest granddaughter gently.
The girl grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Looks like you have your hand full with this one,” I teased.
He grinned. “Wait till you meet the rest of them.”
***
“Aren’t you the chick who killed those four people because you were drinking and driving?” Sam asked.
I sensed no condemnation in his tone, but it didn’t hurt any less.
He might as well have shoved a hot fire poker into my spinal column, because that was practically the effect he had on me.
“Yes,” I said softly. “I was the one who killed those four people.”
Sam blinked, surprised that I’d answered him truthfully, I guess.
“Hmm,” he said, not knowing what to say to that.
“Didn’t you go to prison for twelve years?” Shiloh asked.
I shook my head. “Eight.”
“Leave her alone,” Sebastian ordered, sitting down. “Dad’s going to be pissed if you hurt her.”
I smiled at Sebastian.
He was such a good guy.
“We were just asking her a few questions,” Shiloh defended herself.
Would it be rude to get up and leave?
Silas had asked me to wait at the table I was sitting at, yet I didn’t really want to be here right now.
“How are you allowed to be drinking? Shouldn’t you, you know, abstain?” Shiloh continued.
I closed my eyes.
Maybe I should be.
But then again, if I didn’t drink I wouldn’t be able to handle the two spoiled rotten children of Silas’ right then.
“I need to use the restroom,” I said softly.
I stood and walked carefully away from them, trying my hardest not to run.
I was surprised to find Silas on my way there, and instead of letting me go to the bathroom, he caught my hand and led me outside.
“Let’s go,” he urged.
I blinked. “You’re not going to say goodbye?”
“Why would I?” He asked. “It’s not like they’re going to miss me or anything.”
My heart ached for him.
“Let’s go home,” I confirmed, walking with him to his bike and ignoring my bladder’s reaction at not getting to use the facilities.
Once we got to his bike, he gestured to someone in the shadows, one of his men I guessed, and mounted the bike.
Offering me his hand, I mounted behind him and wrapped my hands around his waist as he started it up with a throaty roar.
My skin tingled as I felt the muscles in his stomach clench as he slowly started to accelerate forward.
I sighed in bliss as I closed my eyes and relished the alone time. My brain was a mess.
I looked over when another roar caught my attention, and smiled when I saw Sebastian and his wife, Baylee, directly beside us.
Well, not completely alone.
But I guess, at this moment in time, that having Sebastian next to us wasn’t that bad after all.
Silas could use the support.
And I’d be offering that until he didn’t want it anymore.
Because Silas needed a friend.
He needed someone to always have his back and have no other loyalties but to him and him alone.
That’s what a man like Silas needed in a woman.
Support.
Love.
Acceptance.
And lucky for him, I had all of that for him…and more.
Chapter 19
I miss you sex is always worth the wait.
- Truth
Sawyer
“What are you doing?” I asked aloud as I followed Silas.
His head wasn’t there today, and I was worried about him.
I’d been worried about him for a while now.
He wasn’t the same man that I’d met in the beginning, and I feared that everything was weighing him down. My problems. His problems. Everyone in the club’s problems.
And what was worse was that he’d been acting different since we’d gotten back from the baptism yesterday.
I couldn’t figure out why he’d completely disregarded everything I’d said.
It was as if he was hurting or something, and I was determined to get down to the bottom of it.
So when he said he had to go, taking out a six-pack of beer out of his fridge on the way, I followed him. He has taken some alone time since we have been together. We aren’t together all the time, but this seemed different than his usual.
And I didn’t follow him very well. And not easily, might I add.
Mostly because he was on a bike compared to my car.
He could slide through traffic like a slippery eel.
I, on the other hand, drove so slowly that I could barely keep up with him.
When we hit the highway forty-five minutes later, it got easier.
I stayed at least ten car lengths behind him at all times, because I knew he’d make me in a heartbeat if I didn’t.
The only reason I saw where he was going was that I could see him turn at least three intersections away.
So I followed him as best as I could, eyes scanning my surroundings.
Finally, I caught a glimpse of him turning into what I thought was a cemetery, but I couldn’t quite tell since it was so far away.
But my suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later when I pulled up behind his bike.
Silas was nowhere to be seen, though.
So I got out and started walking, saddened by the hundreds of graves that were in the graveyard.
It was an old one.
Some of the headstones I passed on the way there were from the 1800’s.
I’d walked perhaps a thousand yards or so, just topping the tip of a hill, when I saw him.
He was sitting on a camping seat, one of the ones that had three poles and folded out into a triangle.
He had a beer in his hand and his back to me.
So I saw the cut clearly on his back, the huge scary, wraith like woman with her weirdly colored eyes staring at me hauntingly.
Beyond curious, but knowing he wanted to be alone, I turned on my heels and left, giving him the privacy I knew he wanted.