Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
I wanted her so badly it almost made my teeth ache. It wasn’t just sexual—although that part was damn near overwhelming. I wanted all of her attention. Her trust. Her body wrapped around mine exactly like this every fucking night.
The realization probably would’ve scared most men. But I’d seen this happen so many times, I’d already accepted the truth. Delaney was my forever.
And that certainty only got stronger the longer I held her.
Unfortunately, reality still existed outside this room.
“You need to tell Kane,” Cage finally said after several minutes, referring to our club’s president.
I exhaled slowly through my nose, my hand still spread across Delaney’s back. “I know.”
This wasn’t the kind of shit I could handle without the club’s backing, and handling Delaney’s situation wasn’t something that could wait.
But leaving her, even briefly, caused something ugly beneath my ribs. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to stay exactly where I was with her asleep against my chest, where I could physically feel she was safe.
Hadley’s expression softened as she stepped closer. “Rev, I’ll stay with her until you get back.”
My jaw tightened at the thought of setting Delaney down and walking away from her, even for a few damn minutes. My arms instinctively tightened around her sleeping body before I forced myself to ease the grip.
“She won’t wake up alone,” Hadley promised. “I swear.”
Cage leaned one shoulder against the wall beside her, watching me with entirely too much understanding in his eyes. “Kane’s gonna need details before he starts moving pieces around, brother.”
Yeah, I knew our prez needed answers. The club needed to start figuring out exactly what kind of danger Delaney had dragged onto our doorstep.
Didn’t make me hate it any less.
Reluctantly, I shifted Delaney carefully in my arms before standing from the chair. She stirred faintly when I lowered her onto the hospital bed, her fingers briefly tightening against my shirt even in sleep before finally loosening again. I adjusted the blanket carefully over her, my knuckles brushing lightly against her cheek one last time before forcing myself to step back.
Hadley moved swiftly toward the bedside the second I stepped away. “You go handle club business. I’ve got her.”
My eyes lingered on Delaney for another long second before I finally forced myself toward the door.
The walk across the clubhouse felt surreal after the intensity inside the clinic. Music drifted through the warm Florida night air while laughter echoed around the clubhouse grounds, completely at odds with the fury still simmering beneath my skin.
There was a wedding happening tonight. Our soon-to-be former treasurer had married his old lady, and they’d be moving out to California in a couple of weeks so she could make a run at the Olympics.
Tyre and Cecily’s wedding reception was still in full swing out back of the clubhouse. Christmas lights glowed across the compound, strung between poles and wrapped around trees in warm white strands that reflected softly off the pool water behind the clubhouse. The Florida air carried just enough chill to justify the giant heaters scattered beneath the tents without ruining the night entirely. Music drifted through the yard alongside laughter, clinking glasses, and the low rumble of my brothers giving each other shit near the makeshift bar setup Fury and Gauge had thrown together beside the clubhouse.
Under any other circumstances, I would’ve been out there with them, but the last-minute run I’d been asked to go on had taken longer than we’d expected. And tonight, the only place I wanted to be was with Delaney. All I could think about was her asleep in that clinic bed alone.
The clubhouse back door slammed open hard enough to rattle windows as I stormed outside, still covered in dirt, sweat, dried blood, and fury. The entire reception quieted almost instantly, every biker instinct in the yard sharpening the second they saw my expression.
Kane was already moving before anybody spoke. His brother, Edge—our VP—and Tyre followed right behind him.
I stalked halfway across the yard toward them, my chest heaving while my gaze locked onto Kane. “Need to talk.”
“What happened?” Kane asked, his eyes turning dangerous while taking in the blood and the state of my clothes.
I dragged a hand through my hair, pacing once because I was too wired to stand still. “Woman ran out into the road in front of my bike on one of the backroads near the outskirts of town. Damn near fucking hit her.”
Edge’s brows lifted beneath the glow of the string lights while Tyre’s expression darkened immediately.
“She’s in deep trouble,” I continued, my voice colder now. “Bad enough she practically climbed onto my bike begging me not to leave her there.”
Silence settled heavily for half a beat as recognition settled across all three of their faces because every man standing there understood exactly what was happening to me. They’d all seen it before. Possession. Obsession. That raw certainty that settled into a man’s bones the second he found his woman. When he realized he’d burn the fucking world down before letting anyone take her away.