by Jessica Ames
I flick through Amy’s phone, thankful she doesn’t have a passcode on it, and find Natalie’s number.
She picks up on the second ring.
“Amy?”
“It’s Whizz—Shane,” I amend, remembering Amy introduced me by my real name. “Your attacker took Amy. I need his name and for you to tell me everything you know about him, and Natalie, I need it fast.”
She gives me all the details she can think of. As soon as I finish on the phone with Natalie, I call Flash.
I don’t let him speak as the call connects. “Need you to find anything you can about a Rick Jameson. I need to know where the fuck he’d take Amy.”
“On it. We’ll find her, brother.”
At his words, I feel some of the tension in my chest loosen. I’m going to get Amy back, even if it kills me.
35
Amy
Rick has lost his mind. He drives with one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his gun, which is pointing at me. I have no idea where he’s going. Honestly, I’m not sure if he knows either. I keep silent, not wanting to say anything to upset him as he rambles to himself.
I think about Shane and how worried he’ll be when he finds out I’m missing. My heart hurts for him. He will freak out when he discovers I’m gone. I don’t want to think worst case scenarios, but I’m wondering if this morning was the last time I’ll ever see him. The thought is a sobering one.
“Where are we going?” I hazard to ask, my voice shaky.
“Somewhere the police won’t find us.”
A chill runs through me.
I close my mouth and try to focus on surviving. I won’t go down without a fight. I won’t let him kill me without giving him everything I’ve got first. I want to see Shane again. I want to have babies with him, marry him, live my white picket fence dream, but that might not be my choice now.
He stops outside a house on the outskirts of town and my heart starts to beat faster. I can’t see any neighbors or buildings around and the property is surrounded by thick woodlands that hide it from the main road. No one will ever find me out here. I swallow bile as he climbs out of the car and comes around to my door. The gun is pointed at my face as he opens the door.
“Out.”
I climb out on shaky legs and stumble when he shoves me to get me moving. We step inside the house and my eyes go everywhere. It’s clean inside, but it’s clear it hasn’t been lived in for a while. The furniture is covered with sheets and there’s a layer of dust around the surfaces.
I cough as the particles in the air hit the back of my throat, the musty smell clogging my nose.
Rick shoves me so hard, I stumble and hit the floor. I cry as I throw my hands out to stop my fall, but pain still ricochets through my arms.
“I don’t know what the fuck to do with you,” he admits.
“Let me go then.”
He glares at me as he paces the floor. “I’m not going to fucking jail.”
He’s going there for a long time. Firstly, for Natalie’s attack, and now for my kidnapping. I don’t tell him that, though. He’s already riled.
“I’m not going to fucking jail!”
The gun discharges, and a bullet skims the floor inches from my foot. Fuck. This guy is unstable.
“Sit on the chair.”
I do as he says, sitting on top of the dusty sheets. I’m sure my scrubs are covered in muck now, but that’s the least of my worries.
“You don’t have to do this,” I tell him. “Let me go and I won’t tell anyone what you’ve done.”
He snorts. “This shit is all your fault. You’re the one who got Natalie to complain about me in the first place. I lost my job because of you!” He waves the gun in the air, which makes my mouth dry.
Please don’t go off again. Please don’t go off again.
I think about Shane and that centers me again. For him, I have to survive this.
“Then you made that bitch report things to the police.”
“You sent the letter and slashed my tires…”
“I thought that would make you back off, then I had a visit from the police.”
From the curl of his lip, that made him furious.
“I’m sorry.”
I don’t know why I think apologizing will work, but I try it anyway. It just seems to piss him off more. He snaps his head toward me.
“You’re sorry? You ruined my fucking life!”
He storms off into the adjacent room and my breath dislodges in my chest as I take my first proper breath.
I peer through the door and see he’s pacing, the gun at his side. I know it’s a bad idea, but my feet move before I even contemplate what I’m doing. I lurch up from the chair and dash to the door. When I grab the handle, I’m amazed to find it isn’t locked and opens.
I hear Rick yelling behind me, but I don’t stop to see what he’s doing. I rush through the door and off the porch. Then I’m streaking across the field toward the trees.
Gun fire peppers the grass around me, but I don’t stop running. I push my legs as hard as I can, adrenaline making me move faster. My breath tears out of me as I run into the trees. Branches tear at my skin, branches get under my feet as I tear through the woods at a speed I didn’t think I was capable of.
I can hear Rick moving behind me, and in the midafternoon sunlight, there’s nowhere to disappear to. I dodge gun fire as he sporadically lets off rounds in my direction. I’m lucky he’s a crappy shot.
Something catches my foot—a tree root, I think—and I go down heavily. I cry out as I sprawl on the ground, leaves and mulch sticking to my scrub shirt and the knees of my pants. I scramble to get up, but he’s on me before I can move.
His heavy weight straddles my hips, pinning me to the ground and I can’t move. I thrash my fists against his chest as he slams his gun against my head. I see stars, feel blood pouring down my face as he puts the gun in the back of his waistband.
“Shooting you would be too fast,” he mutters as his fingers wrap around my throat.
His grip is solid and instantly my airway is blocked. I gasp, scrambling and clawing at his wrists, but he doesn’t seem to notice my attempts. His eyes are cold, empty, devoid of any emotion as he continues to squeeze the life out of me. That scares me. He’s checked out.
Darkness starts to creep into the edges of my vision and Shane’s face dances in my mind.
I’m sorry.
A loud crack fills the air and the hold on my throat loosens. I suck in a desperate breath. Rick peers down at me as blood pools on his lips, dripping onto my shirt. Then he surges forward on top of me.
The breath once again is stolen from my lungs until he’s dragged off me. A face dances into focus. Shane.
“Hold on for me, baby,” he tells me as another man appears next to him. Crank, I think, then Havoc.
I want to chastise him for not taking it easy, but the words stick in my throat.
Shane pulls me into a sitting position, his eyes scanning my body for injuries, worry lining every inch of his face, then he tugs me into his arms.
“Fuck, Amy, you’re alive.”
I am alive. Just barely. I have Shane and his brothers to thank for that. I sag against his chest and I let the tears come.
Epilogue
Whizz
Six months later…
The Broken Eagles clubhouse isn’t that different from the Sons, but even so, I feel weird as fuck being here. I’ve met most of the brothers already. Wes seems like a solid bloke as does Harlen. Neo, Blaze, Everret and Mic welcome me like I’m part of their club.
Out of respect, I haven’t worn my kutte today. It doesn’t feel right to go into another club with my colors on my back, and I didn’t want it to cause any problems.
I shift my gaze over to Amy who is standing with a bottle of beer, talking to Harmony and her cousin, July. Both women seem like good people, and I’m happy Amy has good friends. She regularly sees Natalie too, which seems to help her cope with what she went through.
/> After that shit with Rick, she needed friends. The nightmares started almost the first night after I got her home from the hospital. It took us a long time to get those under control and even now, she’ll have the occasional one that leaves her screaming for me.
That day gave me a few of my own. When I found her still breathing I’d been relieved as fuck. She was mostly unhurt, apart from some abrasion and a mild concussion from being pistol whipped. She needed a few stitches to close the wound to her temple. Her throat hadn’t been damaged by the attack, but she was hoarse for a few weeks after. Hearing that, pissed me the hell off. I never wanted Amy to have fear in her life. I thought I could protect her and I’d failed her. That gave me my own nightmares. I never wanted her to be scared of anything, let alone something I could have prevented.
Amy’s told me more times than I can count that I have to stop blaming myself, but I can’t fucking help it. The thought of her running through that forest for her life made my head split with pain. We were lucky we’d arrived when we had. A few seconds later and we wouldn’t have seen them disappearing into the trees. Everything that happened that day seemed to have been perfectly timed. It was like the universe was saying it wasn’t Amy’s time yet. I was grateful as fuck for that. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet.
I haven’t had nearly enough time with my woman yet.
As if she can tell I’m thinking about her, her gaze raises and her eyes meet mine. I see the heat in them, feel the love shining through them and I remind myself I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch that ever lived. She’s everything to me.
She wanders over and sits next to me, leaning her head against my shoulder.
“You tired?” I ask her.
“A little.”
“Been tired a lot lately, babe.”
I want to ask her if the nightmares are back. It’s been a while since the last one, but I know better than to assume they’re totally gone. I don’t think they’ll ever leave her.
“I’m okay,” she tells me, but that worry doesn’t stop swirling in my gut.
“Sure?”
“Yeah.” Amy yawns. “Do you think we’ve stayed long enough?”
“I think so, babe.”
“Thank you for not glaring at Cobi all afternoon,” she says, swallowing another yawn.
“The guy isn’t that bad, for a cop,” I reluctantly admit. His woman is cool too. Hadley had told Cobi to play nice as soon as Amy introduced me to her, which made me chuckle. Amy had told me the same thing before we arrived.
I like the Broken Eagles. They’re not a club like mine, but they’re good people and I recognize the family ties here, which is an important part of the Sons too. Club is family, whether that’s blood or not.
“Go say goodbye,” I tell her, kissing her.
She heads over to her friends and says her goodbyes before coming back over to me. Hand in hand we head out to the driveway and my bike. As soon as my cast came off, I was back on two wheels. Our first ride had been phenomenal. The feel of Amy behind me is something I’ll never take for granted. I love the feel of her delicate arms wrapped around my waist. I love the feel of her holding me tightly, trusting me to keep her safe, and I always will. I’ll die for her. I love her with every fiber of my being.
I never thought I could love a person as much as I love Amy, but she’s in my heart and my soul. She’s everything I want in a woman and more. She never fails to impress me. Her tenacity at work, at home, it’s impressive.
I climb on the bike and pull on my helmet while she gets her own into place. Then she gets on behind me like a pro.
She snuggles up to me and I rub a hand over her thigh before I start the engine.
Then I hit the gas and we take off.
I never wanted a woman. I never wanted a life that could include kids and the white picket fence. I never wanted any of it.
Until Amy.
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