“Myra,” he said, snapping me out of the whirlwind of events that were running through my mind. “I’m afraid I’ve put you in danger. I’m going to drop you off at the train station and I want you to get on. Try not to draw attention to yourself.”
“What about you?” I interrupted.
“Myra, please. This is important. You’ll get off at Frankstown and Overbrook Road. There will be a car waiting for you. My driver will take you home and your car will be there sometime tonight. Please, Myra. Do as I ask.”
I looked into his pleading eyes and couldn’t say no. I had no idea what was going on, but he seemed very adamant that I follow his word to a T.
“Okay.”
He kissed me hard and then we stopped. He pulled open the door and after a moment, held his hand out for me to take. When I stepped out, we were at the train station and the train was approaching. “Be safe.”
“Wait,” I shouted. “Will I see you again?”
“I’ll be in touch.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Morgan
“Dushenka,” Wes murmured as he thrust into me again. My eyes slid closed as I felt my body clench around him. Wes was more than the man I thought he was. I found myself wanting to be around him more every moment of the day. But then Chance would fill my head and guilt settled in. I didn’t know how to live this life, how to accept that I was falling for a man that had captured me, but still had feelings for Chance, who was actually a good man that had sacrificed everything.
Wes kissed my lips lightly and then trailed kisses down my neck, caressing my whole body. I hated that I felt loved when he kissed me like this. I hated that I lifted my hands and ran my fingers through his hair, just to feel the soft strands. He rested his cheek on my chest between my breasts and his fingers skimmed the length of my body.
I was Wes’s whether I wanted it or not. He had worked his way into my heart and body, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to leave anymore. I could have a good life with him. I could have a family with him. All I needed was my daughter and he had promised me he would find her.
I startled awake, staring up at the ceiling with a feeling of unease. I was back in Pennsylvania. Wes was dead and I was with Chance now. Well, I was sort of with Chance. I hadn’t actually spoken to him again since he went to the doctor. I didn’t trust myself with him. I wanted to help him still, but I was afraid I would fall into old patterns of letting him use my body for sex.
Everything was so messed up between us and I didn’t know where we stood anymore. I didn’t know where anything stood anymore. I was so lost, trying to find myself amongst this group of people that had my back no matter what, but I didn’t really know them. I knew they would do anything for Chance, and that was great, but what about me? I knew that Rocco was on my side, but what happened when they got tired of Payton an me hanging around? I didn’t have a job. I didn’t contribute in any way. But I didn’t even know where to go from here. I was so messed up in the head that I couldn’t comprehend taking a job right now. How was I supposed to do this? How was I supposed to go from having a single purpose- getting my daughter back- to now doing nothing? Where did I even begin?
I thought about leaving, about starting over somewhere else with Payton, but honestly, I was afraid. Being surrounded by these strong men made me feel protected and safe, and even if things were crumbling with Chance, I wasn’t ready to just walk away yet. I still felt there was something worth saving between us. We just had to get there. But I had to take the first step.
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