Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)(15)

So she stared straight ahead and heard Jett and Blaine talking at the door.

In the back of her mind - since she could remember everything about her life - she tried to figure out an escape plan. Truth was, she didn’t remember anything from getting hit by the big guy with Victor until she started to regain feeling as Jett took her shirt off. Which meant she didn’t know how the clubhouse was set up. One story? Two stories? Halls? And when she did get out… where would she go and how would she find some kind of safety.

Well, there was no such thing as safety. Lena knew that by now. Her original plan had been to stab Victor and then make a run for it. But before she stabbed Victor he had taken her car and left her basically stranded. Jett solved the stranded issue, but he didn’t need the violence Victor would bring.

“Just get the f*ck out,” Jett said. He slammed the door shut.

Lena swallowed and turned her head. “What’s going on?”

“You tell me. What the f*ck is going on with you?”

“I don’t know… you’re Jett, right?”

“You don’t know…”

Lena shook her head. “I don’t remember anything. Who am I?”

“Lena,” Jett said. “Your name is Lena. You woke up last night. We…”

We f*cked. Yeah, I remember that. Fuck, I remember it, Jett.

“We what? What happened?”

Jett stared at her. Lena tried to keep minimal eye contact, afraid she was going to give her lie away. She knew the punishment of that, too. There had been plenty of times she got wrapped up in a lie and it never ended well.

“Okay, I’ll play,” Jett said. He reached down and opened a shirt. “This was what you were wearing. See it? See the blood?”

“Yeah,” Lena said. “Was I hurt?”

“Do you feel hurt?”

“I don’t know what I feel. I’m confused.”

Jett sighed. “Fucking Christ. You were passed out on my motorcycle.”

“You have a motorcycle?” Lena asked.

Shit, am I supposed to know what a motorcycle is? Or is that going too far?

“Yes,” Jett said. “I brought you back here because of the blood. But you weren’t hurt. It’s not your blood, beautiful. You’re fine. Well, at least, you know, no visible wounds.” Jett slowly turned and sat on the edge of the bed. “I had to take the shirt off you. Just to check. I was being respectful. Then you woke up and… we got heated up.”

“What does that mean?” Lena asked.

“We f*cked,” Jett said. “Okay? You knew who you were. You knew me. Things started and didn’t stop.” Jett reached out and touched Lena’s cheek. “And you don’t remember a thing now.”

“I should just go then,” Lena said. “I don’t want to cause you any trouble, Jett.”

“Where the f*ck are you going to go? You don’t remember a thing.”

Fuck.

Lena realized the corner she had put herself into. She scrambled to save the lie and save herself.

“Maybe if I go outside, I’ll remember something.”

“You think that’ll help?” Jett asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I’m… scared…”

That was the first truthful thing Lena had spoken since she woke up. She was scared. She was simply terrified. There was no way in hell Victor or his guys weren’t somewhere close by. Time was her greatest enemy right now and it was wasting.

“Okay, beautiful, don’t be scared,” Jett said. “You’re safe here. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

He put a hand to Lena’s leg and she jumped a little. Jett quickly took his hand away and stood from the bed.

He showed his hands and said, “It’s okay. I won’t touch you. Just let me know what I can do here. I’m in a mess myself with this situation, Lena. If you think going outside could help, then let’s go for a walk.”

“I’m naked under this shirt,” she said. “I’m not going outside like this.”

“Then get dressed,” Jett said. “Keep the shirt. I’m sure you don’t want to be walking around in a bloody shirt. Unless you think it’ll help you remember something.”

Lena pushed herself up more on the bed. She watched as Jett tossed her jeans - and panties - to the bed. She vividly remembered his hands sliding along her hips, fingers tightening around her panties and jeans, forcing them down her body. The way he touched her. The way he tasted her.

She couldn’t do this to Jett though. Even though Victor told her many times that the motorcycle club in Frelen was nothing more than a joke, she just didn’t want to pull him into anything. It wasn’t his problem or fault.

Lena grabbed her panties and turned sideways on the bed, her feet touching the floor. She stepped into her panties and then stood up.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” Jett said.

Lena pulled her panties up. She was already uncomfortable. Her panties clung to her body, thanks to Jett. Just seeing him made her warm. The slightest touch left her achy and wet.

She looked over her shoulder. “You don’t know me?”

“No,” Jett said.

“Why did you help me? Why not leave me where you found me?”