His eyes sweep over the room and take in the way my brothers are on the edge of their seats. Not just because they’re always ready when violence is involved, but because their loyalty is bone deep. Since I’ve claimed Graycie, she’s family. It’s as simple as that.
Ryker’s voice hardens and becomes glacial, “He probably thinks she’s all alone, and has no idea that she has the Saint’s Outlaws at her back.”
The pounding on the table is deafening, but I revel in it. It’s the sound of my brothers rallying around me, around my woman.
Whiskey puts Sylvester’s picture on the screens again and everyone’s focus shifts to it. My gut unclenches slightly because they’re going to be out there looking for him. I have no doubt that they’ll find him too.
Sylvester Ray’s days are numbered. He simply doesn’t know it yet.
A sinister smile curls on my lips as Ryker dismisses church. Brothers file past me, each one reaching for my shoulder and giving a squeeze.
In solidarity.
In support.
They remind me, silently, that they’ve got my back and Graycie’s back.
Ryker and I stand at the same time along with Sidewinder. We’re the last three people in the room and the look we share is loaded.
“We’ve got you,” Ryker promises.
With a nod, I stride out of the room. I don’t need to thank them; they already know. And I need to see my woman and make sure she’s still okay.
Sylvester can try and come for her, but I’ll burn the world down before I allow anyone to lay another hand on her in anger. He’s a dead man and I can’t wait to get my hands on him.
CHAPTER 15
GRAYCIE
The hot water in the shower is helping to get my head back on straight. Even though I hated waking up alone in Turner’s bed, I needed a little distance. I needed to be able to think. Now, finally, it feels like I can think clearly.
I realize how ridiculous I’ve been.
Why did I head straight to the Saint’s Outlaws clubhousewhen I opened that envelope? Sure, Turner makes me feel safe and it’s obvious that he’s not afraid of getting his hands dirty, but a motorcycle club? What was I thinking?
Sylvester sent me the card to scare me. But would he really go out of his way to track me down and show up here?
I don’t think so.
I’m not worth that kind of effort.
The silence in the bathroom, which is much nicer than I was expecting considering the clubhouse is a converted warehouse, echoes around me and I take a deep breath of the steamy air. My skin is pink from the heat of the water, but if it’s not almost scalding you, are you really taking a shower?
After wrapping my body in a surprisingly fluffy towel, which I’m sure Opal had something to do with, I step out into Turner’s room and almost jump out of my skin. His gray eyes take me in from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and then back again. The way he looks at me has my body responding immediately.
Even if I did overreact by coming here when all I got in the mail was a card, I don’t regret giving myself to Turner. How could I? He made me feel things I’ve never even thought about before. It was more than desire being satisfied by pleasure. It was deeper, more.
“Hi,” I squeak out while clutching the towel to me.
It’s not because I’m scared of him. No, I’m scared about what I’m about to do. Like dropping the towel and throwing myself at him when all he’s doing is sitting on the edge of his own damn bed.
Is it really his fault that he’s sexy as fuck? I mean, maybe.
Turner takes a deep breath, and I can’t help but watch the way the fabric of his t-shirt pulls tight across his chest. Tattoos peek out of the bottom of the short sleeves and my eyes trail down his arms to take in the black ink which make up the designs I was touching not too long ago.
Including two snakes.
My thighs clench and I grip the towel a little tighter and my knuckles turn white.