Ravage: Lightning Bolts MC (24 page)

She was kind to me, though. “Considering that I had a gun held to my head a little while ago, I’m okay.”

“Your face.” She turned her head so I could see her cheek. It was just a scratch. “You should wash that off. You never know.”

“You should wash your leg.”

“How did you know about that?” I asked.

“I was watching you fight. What did you think I was doing?” Her chin started to tremble. “I thought he was going to kill you.”

“He didn’t.”

She hesitated for a second, and I saw her move toward me, then pull back. I did the only thing I could do. I held my arms out to her.

She sank to her knees in front of me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I held her tight. It was such a relief. I didn’t want ever to let her go. I wanted to keep her safe forever.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, stroking her hair. “I’m sorry he did that. I’m sorry it was all my fault.”

She pulled back to look at me. “How was it your fault? You didn’t make him do it.”

“I kept you around because I didn’t want you to leave me. It wasn’t because I was trying to make your life miserable. I love you.”

Her mouth opened, her eyes went wide. I hoped against hope her reaction was out of surprise rather than disgust.

“You don’t have to love me back,” I said. “I’ll pay you the money either way. You need it. You deserve it.”

She smiled and her eyes filled with tears. I knew it was selfish of me to hope she would stay with me anyway, but I couldn’t help hoping. I held my breath as I waited for her to respond.

Michelle

I wasn’t sure what I felt better about—him loving me or him giving me the money. It was a little bit of both, actually.

“I love you, too,” I whispered, grinning like an idiot. “I love you so much.”

He stroked my unmarked cheek. “Even after everything that happened?”

“Even so.”

“And after everything Gareth made me tell you? About the things I did?”

He sounded like a little boy, afraid of being punished. I took his sweet face in my hands. “I know who you are. I knew who you were before today. Nobody had to tell me. I know you’ve done bad things, things that have hurt people. But you’ve never hurt me, and I don’t think you ever would. That’s what matters. Not the past. That’s not my business. I know the man you are. That’s who I love.”

“Even though I have a record?”

“Even though you have a record. I don’t care about that. I care about you.” I pulled his face toward mine, knowing a kiss could say so much more than my words could. I wanted to convince him that he had nothing to worry about. I would always love him.

He kissed me back gingerly, like he was afraid of hurting me. I pulled him closer, pressing my mouth to his with more force, more passion. I needed him to understand that I wanted him to love me with all of him. I wouldn’t break—I thought I’d proven that pretty well, all things considered.

When the kiss broke, we were both breathless. We leaned our foreheads together.

“How is she?” he asked.

“The same,” I said. “I don’t think she remembered that I was gone. I guess that’s a blessing.”

“You can call the hospice in the morning. Or, hell, now if you want to. I’ll take care of everything.”

I beamed and pulled away so he could see how happy he had made me. “I love you,” I reminded him.

“I know. I don’t know why, but I know.”

***

He spent the night with me, in my bed. It was new, having a man there with me. The bed I’d been sleeping in since I was a kid. Nothing happened that night—we were both too exhausted, and there was more relief and love in my heart than passion.

By the time I woke up, it was after eight o’clock. I couldn’t believe how long I had slept, and as always my first thought was of Mom. I slid out of bed without waking Eric, pulled on a robe and went to check on her.

She was more lucid that morning, which was a good sign. I fully intended to take Eric up on his offer of the hospice, and was only waiting until their office opened at nine. What a relief, knowing that my mother would finally be taken care of. Her last days could be spent in a little more comfort, with better care than I could ever provide.

As I fed her the few spoons of broth she would take, and helped her drink a cup of tea, she kept looking at me with a funny expression on her face. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“What is it? You have the funniest look on your face.”

She sighed. I knew it wasn’t easy for her to talk, but she was determined to get something out.

“Who is he?”

She still had the ability to surprise me. I laughed softly, my skin burning deep red with embarrassment.

“His name is Eric.”

“And he spent the night here.”

“How did you know that?”

“I heard you whispering.”

“I didn’t think you could hear us.”

“I’m dying. Not deaf.” She gave me a small smile, and my heart screamed in agony. She almost looked like herself for the most fleeting of moments.

“So who is he?” she asked.

“Honestly? I don’t think you’ll like the answer.” She waited expectantly, saving her energy for when she needed to speak again. “He’s in a motorcycle club.”

“Gang.”

“They call themselves a club.” I shrugged.

“Your face.”

“He didn’t do it! Oh, gosh, no, Mom. It was somebody else. It’s all taken care of—that person is going to go to jail for a long time, trust me.”

“Why?”

“You don’t want to know. Just…let’s leave it at that.”

“Do you love him?”

That gave me pause. I didn’t know how to answer. I’d told him I did, and I meant it. Did my mom need to hear it though? Wasn’t I supposed to be giving her a small measure of peace before she died?

I didn’t want to lie to her. “Yes. I do.”

She grimaced, then closed her eyes for a moment. “Is he a good man?”

“A very good man. The best. He wants to send you to a hospice so that they can care for you there. You know how much I’ve wanted that for you, Mom, but I couldn’t afford it. He can. He wants to do it.”

“What did you do for the money?”

“Nothing, Mom.” She didn’t need to know about that. “He’s doing it because he loves me, and he wants to help make your life better. More comfortable. And he knows how much it means to me to be sure you have round-the-clock care. He doesn’t have any ulterior motives.”

She stared at me for a long time, and I forced myself to return her stare. I wouldn’t avert my eyes, as though I was ashamed. I wasn’t ashamed of anything I had done, not if it meant being able to take care of her.

“Do you think you’ll be with him for a long time?”

“For the rest of my life, if he wants me.”

“Do you think he does?”

“I do.” I gasped and turned to find Eric standing in the doorway. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking at the floor. “I didn’t want to interrupt, but I got up and heard what you two were talking about. Mrs. Adams, I don’t want you to think that I’m doing this because Michelle did something for me. It’s not like that at all. I have the money. And to be honest…I haven’t always been a good person. I wanna make up for that. If you’d let me, I would appreciate it.”

Tears filled my eyes. I looked at Mom, who looked across the room at him.

“Sit with me for a minute,” she said. “And Michelle can call the hospital to set things up.”

I looked at Eric, who nodded, and I hurried from the room. Now that the day had finally come, it seemed too good to be true. I ran downstairs to call the hospital, and they said they would send an ambulance to pick her up after referring her to the hospice.

By the time I got back upstairs, I heard laughter coming from Mom’s room. I could hardly believe it, but when I stood in the doorway, there was no doubting it. There was Eric, sitting on the edge of Mom’s bed—not the chair beside it, but on the bed itself—holding Mom’s hand as they spoke. The two of them were laughing at some joke I had clearly missed.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” I wasn’t irritated. Far from it. It was the biggest relief I could imagine, seeing the two of them getting along so well. I should have known Mom would like him. She had always been a sucker for a pair of blue eyes, and Eric’s were the bluest I had ever seen.

“Your mom is telling me stories about you when you were a little kid,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. Now that the Gareth problem was put to rest, I noticed how much calmer and even younger he appeared. Like he didn’t have as much to worry about anymore.

“Great. I can’t wait to get teased endlessly.” I couldn’t keep the smile from my face, no matter how embarrassing it was to have my mother tell stories. I could tell she was happy to do it. When I sat beside the two of them, Mom’s beaming smile told me everything I needed to know. I wasn’t sure what they had said to each other when I was downstairs, but whatever it was gave Mom a measure of peace.

The three of us sat there, just like that, until the ambulance came.

***

“Are you sure you wanna come back to my place? Wouldn’t you be more comfortable at home?”

I shook my head. “Besides, my things are still at your place. Purse, phone, that stuff. They might come in handy someday.” I grinned. I couldn’t help smiling, laughing, grinning for seemingly no reason. Anybody who didn’t know me or what I had been through with Mom would think I was a heartless bitch, just glad to get her sick mother out of her hair. Nothing could have been further from the truth, of course. I was glad to know she was taken care of finally. There was a light at the end of the tunnel.

As we rode to his house from the hospice center, I rested my cheek against his broad back. It really had been a good day. Nobody looked forward to sending a loved one to hospice—it was a very end-of-the-road type of move—but I had come to terms with Mom’s impending death a long time before that. It was all a matter of making her comfortable, of ushering her out with a little dignity and grace. The nurses all seemed lovely, and Mom’s room was cozy and clean. I could rest easy for the first time in months.

And it was all because of the man whose waist my arms were wrapped around. He was the one making it all possible. I could never thank him enough, I was sure. He hadn’t just given me money. Then again, he knew that. He loved me enough to understand.

When we pulled up at his little house, I had the strangest feeling of coming home. I didn’t share it with him, since I didn’t want to give him any ideas that I was going off the rails. We had just said the “L” word only twenty-four hours earlier. He didn’t need to think I was going crazy and already planning on moving in.

“Are you sure you really wanna be here?” He looked nervous.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I sat up on the sofa, having flopped down as soon as I walked through the door.

“Isn’t this where it all happened?”

I felt a chill run through me, and I wrapped my arms around myself to ward it off. “Well, I hadn’t thought about it until you just mentioned it.”

His face went red. “Sorry. That was a bonehead move.”

“It’s all right,” I assured him. “And to answer your question, I don’t feel weird being here. Yeah, it’s not the happiest memory of my life, but I know you’ll protect me.”

“Even though I failed before?” He didn’t look at me when he said it, but I heard the pain in his voice. I stood and crossed the room to take him in my arms.

“You didn’t fail. I don’t blame you. I blame the Reign of Chaos. Not you, not Pete or Joe. It wasn’t your fault. And they didn’t hurt me. Okay?” I looked him square in the eye, so he would know I meant business.

Instead of answering, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. I sighed, surrendering to him. With everything over and nothing else to worry about for a little while, it was easy to remember what I’d been missing: him. I wanted him. I needed to be with him, to confirm everything we had whispered to each other in the darkness in my room. How we loved each other. How we wanted to be together, even if it meant blending our different worlds. Wasn’t that what everybody did when they met somebody new? Not many people had the ability to be with a person who was just like them—and who would want to be?

And so when Eric carried me up the stairs to his room and lowered me to the bed with more gentleness than I could bear, I gave myself fully to him. He would never know how fully, how completely, I was committing myself to him in those moments together.

I pulled the t-shirt over my head, and kicked off my shoes while he stripped down to his underwear. My heart raced in anticipation of what was to come, and I bit my lip as I watched him reveal his beautiful body to me. The thick shoulders and arms, the rippling abs, the tight butt and toned legs, heavy with muscle. He lowered himself beside me, on his good arm, and touched his lips to mine. I sprang to life like he had flipped a switch somewhere inside me.