Saving Dallas (34 page)
“I’m just going to get you some clothes baby. I’m not leaving.”
I shook my head in response not letting go of him. He nodded knowingly and picked me up like a child, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I laid my head on his shoulder while he walked with me latched around him into my closet to get me some clothes.
“Will you sit here for me and let me dress you?”
he asked as if he was talking to a small child.
I nodded in agreement and he sat me in the chair at my vanity table, and then dressed me in some panties and a sleeveless satin nightgown that fell just above my knees.
“You look so beautiful in satin, but I prefer you in my black t-shirts,” he said smirking.
I tried to smile at his comment, but I couldn’t
. He picked me up once again and carried me to the bedroom. Placing me on the bed, I kept a hold to his hand while he undressed. He wore shorts under his jeans and I wondered if it was because he was in a hurry when he left. It was difficult for him to undress while holding one of my hands, but he never complained. He slid me over to the middle of the bed then crawled under the cover behind me, pulling my back to his stomach.
“I know this is a stupid question baby, but are you ok? I mean do I need to take you to a doctor or call someone?” I shook my head and closed my eyes
. I was safe. I was in Luke’s arms and he would not let
anyone hurt me
.
Regg was in my kitchen and he would not let anyone hurt Luke. The club was close and they would look out for one another. It would take some time, but everything would be ok.
Before I fell asleep, I thanked God for everything he had given me. I asked him to forgive me for blaming him when my parents died, and for selfish reasons only, I prayed for Luke to never leave me.
I’m looking down and I see big red feet, clowns feet. They are large and at the top of them sit leather chaps. I raise my face to see that the chaps have been painted blue, red and yellow; the color of a clown.
The clown is dancing,
moving his feet from side to side as if he is stepping on hot coals. He doesn’t wear a shirt, only a vest-a leather vest with orange patches. Luke is dressed like a clown. I smile as I raise my eyes to meet his blues ones, but they are black and belong to a face that has a big scar across it. I scream.
“S
hh baby. It’s just a dream. I’m here, Dallas, I’m here.” Luke was rocking me, holding my sweaty body close to his and whispering reassurances in my ear.
I turned over and sob into his chest
. “I got you baby. You are safe. No one is going to hurt you. I swear on my life. I love you Dallas.”
That’s all I needed to hear.
Chapter 26
I open my eyes and I am in my bed. Luke’s arms are snaked around me. I’m not hanging from the rafters in the barn. I can’t see if it is daylight or not because my right eye is still swollen shut. I tried to swallow and my throat is on fire.
“Luke
,” I whisper. His eyes immediately flashed open. They’re still ocean blue, but are outlined in red and blood shot.
“You ok?”
he asked his voice full of sleep and concern. “Do you have something to drink?” I whisper to him hoarsely.
“I can get you something
,” he said moving to get up.
“Don’t leave me
,” I said louder this time.
“Regg!” Luke call
ed. Within seconds Regg is at the door. He was freshly showered, dressed and looked like he has been up for hours.
“What ya need brother?”
“Will you bring Dallas some ice water and orange juice please?” Luke asked looking at me.
“Absolutely.” Regg le
ft and I turned my attention back to Luke.
“How you feeling this morning?”
he asked moving my hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear.
“I’m scared Luke
,” I admit.
I was scared of Frankie, Crazy and Dennis, but most of all I was scared of Luke leaving me. Our whole relationship had been a lie. What if he didn’t feel like he said he did?
“I know baby, but you are safe. We won’t let anything happen to you.” Regg came back carrying a tray with juice and water. I sat up in bed, then feeling suddenly exposed, I quickly covered myself. Regg was gracious enough not to comment, he just turned and left. Luke handed me the glass of water and I drained it without stopping.
“Juice?” he asked sitting up beside me. I nodded my head and he handed me the glass. I managed to get down about half of it before handing it back to Luke. I scrambled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I was about to make my way inside when I realized there were cabinets in there people could hide under. The shower curtain was closed and I couldn’t see behind it. I started to breathe heavier. I placed my hands on the doorframe trying to steady myself, but before I could control it I was hyperventilating. Luke was with me in an instant.
“Just breathe baby
,” he said from behind me. He placed his hands on each side of my waist and held me until I regained my composure. “Come on,” he said taking my hand and leading me into the bathroom. I never let go even as I sat on the toilet to pee. He held my hand the entire time I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I knew I was being a little over the top, but anytime he wasn’t touching me I panicked. I pulled him back to the bed and slid under the covers. He never hesitated as he laid down beside me and pulled me back to him, never letting go of my hand.
I wanted to talk. I wanted to get this out there and off of my chest, but I knew I wasn’t ready for it, but there was one thing I had to know.
“Will you leave me?” I asked him.
I was facing the wall so I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he would tell me the truth.
“No baby. I’m here forever if you will have me. I love you. I have never lied about my feelings for you.” I nodded my head then closed my eyes letting sleep take me once again.
Chapter 27
When I woke it was storming. The lightning and thunder were loud along with the sound of the hard rain hitting the metal roof. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was six-thirty in the evening, and my hand was empty. I turned over in bed to see the spot where Luke laid was empty. I looked around the room and no one was there. They were under the bed.
I sat up and closed my eyes counting to ten and telling myself I was overreacting. I could hear voices from the living room. They were mumbled but audible.
Who was it? Our guys or the other guys?
I couldn’t breathe
. It was happening again.
My chest constricted and all I could see was Frankie the Cutter dancing around me and placing his hands on me. My heart beat so hard I was sure they could hear it in the other room. I decided the safest place at this point was under the covers. I dove back under the covers pulling the blankets up over my head and tried to control my breathing.
“Dallas? Baby
, you ok?”
It was Luke. He was in the room, but I
was too scared to look.
“Hey…,” he said softly pulling the cover back from over my face. My body was shaking and I had broken out into a cold sweat. “Shit baby, I’m sorry. I just went to the kitchen to grab something to drink. I’m here.” He climbed in beside me and took my hand bringing it to his lips.
“Promise me you w-will take me with you next time
,” I demanded still shaking.
“I promise baby. I won’t leave your side
,” he said without hesitation. “You hungry?” My stomach growled on cue.
I was starving.
“Yes.”
“Well come on and I’ll feed you,” he said smiling piecing my heart back together.
“I need some clothes and the bathroom
,” I said looking at him trying to express my need for patience.
“Ok baby, whatever you need.” He started to stand and I pulled his hand bac
k. He looked at me expectantly; ready to jump at my every command.
“I’m not crazy Luke
,” I said shamefully and not very convincing. He pulled me onto his lap and softly ran his hand down the good side of my face.
“I know you’re not crazy. You have every right to be upset
right now. This will take time, but I’m here for you.” He leaned forward and when his lips were an inch from mine he paused looking into my eyes, searching for permission. I leaned into his kiss. Luke had kissed me many different ways.
I can always decipher what mood he is in when he
does it.
This time there was nothing but love. This man cared for me and I knew it. He would go to the end of the Earth for me. I felt it in my heart.
He had a lot of explaining to do, and a lot of holes to fill in, but there was no doubt in my mind that he loved me.
“I love you Dallas Knox. I will tell you everything, whenever you are ready.” I smiled my best smile
. The one he loved. The one he compared to Christmas morning.
“Ok, but you have to feed me first.”
I was dressed and ready to face the day. I had a lot weighing on my brain, but my plan was to take it one day, one story
, and one step at a time. Luke held my hand as promised when we walked to the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks when I saw that my living room and kitchen was filled with people. Every club member and ol lady was there for me. They all stood and took turns hugging me and telling me they loved me.
Even Lindsey was ther
e. Maddie was sitting in the corner of the room. She didn’t stand to hug me, but gave me a small smile. I knew she didn’t want to be here. I smiled weakly back at her then looked around the room at my family. These people loved me. They were willing to fight and put their life on the line just for me. I had stumbled through life thinking that the best things could be bought with money. I had put relationships, families, and friends on a back burner just to climb the ladder of success. I was a different person now. I had a family that loved me, a best friend that was irreplaceable, and a man who I would give my very own life for. I had prayed for a damsel-in-distress moment once. Little did I know that that one defining moment in my life saved me from myself.
Saving Dallas-Making the Cut
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About the Author
Kim Jones is a writer with big dreams and a creative imagination. Her infatuation with the MC lifestyle inspired her to write a short story about a love affair between a prestigious young woman and a bad-ass biker. After falling in love with her characters, she turned the ten-thousand word short story into a novel. Juggling her full time job as a payroll clerk, her writing, and her role as ol’lady to her husband, Reggie, the novel was completed in March, 2013.
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resides in Collins, MS with her husband and two dogs. She plans to write two more books in the Saving Dallas series and release them in 2013.
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Acknowledgements
To my wonderful friends-Misty, Amy, Lindsey and Cassie, who read my book and convinced me it was good enough to sell. I never could have made it without yall. To my wonderful husband-I love you, baby! Thank you for being so supportive. I promise to cook more in the future. To my Twisted Family-your encouragement, knowledge, and support means more to me than you will ever know. To my MC friends and family-Your lifestyle has inspired me. Thank-you for your continued love and support. To my Jordan, Jones, and Mcqueen family and friends-thank-you for putting up with me. Without mama’s fried chicken, daddy’s promise of Easter baskets, Monkey’s brutal honesty, Jay’s great love stories, Kevin’s reassurance, Jen’s rich dreams, and Christian’s patience for my continued tardiness; I would be lost. To Paul Kirkley and his hot body, and Carolyn Bolivar’s photography-You are wonderful. To my readers, friends, colleagues, co-workers, and enemies…Thank-you Thank-you Thank you.
