Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(52)

She nods. “It’s been like this since you left. Few members from other chapters are here too, so it’s not safe to just walk around here anymore.”

Tracker walks into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. He smiles when he sees me, “You’re back”

“Yeah but I’m not staying,” I reply, eying the place with distaste.

Tracker looks around and grimaces. “Place has kind of gone to hell.”

“You think?” I reply dryly. Clover stirs in my arms.

“Can I hold her?” Allie asks.

I nod my head and gently put her in Allie’s arms. “I’m gonna try and clean this place up a bit.”

I get a large garbage bag and start picking up all the rubbish. I’m throwing bottles into the recycling bin when a hear steps behind me. I quickly turn and come face to face with the man from the first party I saw. The one Dex spoke to and wanted to ‘share’ me. My pulse races as fear shoots through my system. There’s something not right about this man.

“How nice to see you again, and without your man,” he says, staring at my breasts.

I force a smile. “I’m just trying to tidy the place up.”

He takes a step closer and grips my wrist. “Dex isn’t here, so I guess I should take care of you for him. I’m sure he doesn’t want his old lady going without.”

“Dex will kill you if you touch me,” I grit out, trying to pull my wrist from his hold.

His grip tightens. “Dex isn’t here.”

He forces his mouth on mine, gripping my head with both his hands. I can feel him pressed against me, and he’s hard. Hell no, this is not happening to me. I reach for one of the bottles, lift it and hit him in the head. When he pulls back, his face contorting with rage, I whimper. He backhands me and I fall onto the floor.

I scream.

I scream for Tracker at the top of my lungs.

The man grabs me by the hair and yanks me up, just as Tracker runs out, still half-dressed.

“What the f*ck!” he growls, running up and punching the man across his face. “Have you lost your f*ckin’ mind Shame?”

Shame? That’s the bastard’s name? How fitting.

I rub my hand along my jaw, grimacing at the burning pain. Tracker punches him in the stomach, then knees him in the head.

Shame falls to the ground.

“You’re f*ckin’ dead when Dex gets out,” Tracker spits out as Shame falls to the ground, kicking him in the head for good measure.

Suddenly Rake is behind me, picking me up like I weigh nothing and carrying me into the house.

“I want to go back to the house,” I whimper against his chest. He puts me on his bed and touches my face, checking the damage.

“It’s just a bit swollen. He hits like a bitch,” Rake says. “Fuck, I can’t believe he’d be so f*ckin’ stupid.”

“I’m fine,” I mumble. I stand up, ignoring Rake’s demands. I find Allie and take Clover from her, then we both go home.

I cry as I drive, needing Dex.

I can’t do this alone anymore.

*****

Two days later, I hear the rumble of motorcycles. I walk outside, Clover in my arms, to see Rake, Vinnie, Trace, Tracker and the prospects all there.

My first thought—something has happened.

Tracker gets off his bike and walks to me.

“Is everyone okay?” I ask him, looking into his eyes for a hint of why they were here.

“Everything is fine. Are you okay?” he asks, a calloused finger touching my jaw.

I flinch at the contact. “I’m fine, what’s going on?”

“We came to bring you home. Everyone’s cleared out, the women are gone. It’s all cleaned up. We want you back there. What happened the other day never should have f*ckin’ happened, we don’t hurt women, and especially not you,” he says, staring down at me. “Dex is going to gut all of us for not protecting you better.”

I swallow hard. They were all here for me? “I don’t know—”

“Get in your car Faye, and bring that beautiful girl with you. We’ll follow you,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, letting me know he wasn’t going anywhere.

I smile. “Fine, let me pack some stuff.”

Tracker helps me pack, and then they all follow my car home.

*****

Back at the clubhouse, everything goes back to normal.

And then finally—finally that day comes.

The one I’ve been waiting for.

I wait for him, a few steps in front of the club members, Clover in my arms.

Then I see him. A plain white t-shirt clings to his muscled body, and his eyes solely are on me.

It’s like no one else is here.

Just us.

He jogs towards me and grips the back of my neck and kisses me like… well, like a man just getting out of prison. I ignore the whistles and catcalls from the peanut gallery. Dex pulls back and our eyes connect. His are full of emotion, want, need, and pain pouring out of them at once.

“We missed you,” I whisper, pulling him back down for another quick kiss.

“I missed you both so f*ckin’ much Faye,” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine, his voice thick. He looks away from me to Clover.

“She’s so beautiful,” he says softly, taking her into his arms, kissing her forehead and whispering to her, making her laugh. He looks at her like she’s everything to him.