Page 47 of Flash (Iron Thunder MC 2)
“How did you find me?” I asked when he lifted me up into his arms.
“I’ll explain later. Are you okay?” he asked.
I clung to him, reassured him I was fine. He’d got to me just in the nick of time. The Silver Knights didn’t have a chance to brand me yet.
And then they had the balls to claim it was all for a bit of show! That they wouldn’t have actually hurt me at all! I just hoped the Iron Thunders didn’t believe it. Thankfully, they didn’t.
It wasn’t just Flash who was protective of me, even Drax, the President, the man who had been wary of me from the start, came to my rescue. He vowed to the Silver Knights that they would seek revenge. They would make them pay for what they’d done to me. To their MC.
For the first time in my life, I felt I belonged somewhere. I felt as if I had capable people, strong men, looking out for me.
I literally hid behind Flash while they talked and threatened and argued. It ended with the Silver Knights being left behind, stripped off their bikes and dignity. They would have to walk back to wherever it was they’d come from.
Flash said he was going to take me back. Take me home.
Home?
He made it sound like his home was my home. As though that was where I belonged.
Even just the thought of returning to that bed, sleeping in his arms again tonight—sent thrills down my spine. I hadn’t even admitted it to myself yet, but that was what I longed for.
He led me to his bike, parked at the edge of the woods where Billy had parked his car too.
“Allegra,” he said, after he’d helped me up on the seat. I looked at him, staring deep into his brown eyes. “You’re safe now.”The house seemed so quiet when we returned. Quiet and dark. My bag and things were all exactly where I’d left them. The housekeeper must have come around and tidied up the place—whatever I’d missed.
“Can we have a few lights on?” I murmured and Flash went around the house, switching on all the lights. In the brightness, I started feeling a little better again.
I could see he was bleeding from his arm, something I hadn’t noticed earlier, or rather hadn’t thought was this bad.
“You have to take off your clothes. Let me see how bad that arm is,” I said.
“I’m fine, it’s nothing. Just a graze. Do you want some cocoa?” he replied.
How could a man this strong, this dangerous, this… ‘bad’, also be so gentle and caring?
“Flash, please, let me take care of you for once!”
He looked into my eyes and saw the urgency there. Then, without another word, he started removing his jacket, then his shirt. He was standing in the middle of the hallway in nothing but his pants. My eyes roamed over him. His chiseled torso, those intricate tattoos, his clenched bulging biceps. His chest was wide and muscular, just like his neck.
I salivated a little and gulped in response.
That arm looked bad, but I hoped it looked worse than it really was. His bright red blood had dripped all the way down his arm in streaks. I went up to him and touched the wound gently.
There was barely anything more than a flicker in his eye.
“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” I asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Do you have a first aid kit?”
He took in a breath.
“In the bathroom. In the glass cabinet.”
“I’ll be back.”
I could feel his eyes on me as I walked into the bedroom and then the bathroom. I found a small first aid kit that had all the essentials.
I stared at myself in the mirror for just a second; my eyes looked wild and so blue, dark circles underneath. My cheeks were pale but the tops were bright red, while my mouth looked colorless. Instinctively, I wanted to look good for Flash, wanted him to want me. But would he want me like this?
The Silver Knights had used me as a pawn against his MC. The only thing I was to him now was a weak link.
We hadn’t really talked about what had happened, but I was afraid of what he was going to say. Maybe that he’d given it some thought and realized there was no place for a woman in his life.
I shook my head, needed to tend to that wound first. He’d looked after me, kept me safe and now it was my turn to do the same—in whatever way I could.He was right; it was just a bullet graze. There wasn’t actually any deep wound in the flesh, which was good. But I disinfected the spot and bandaged it up, as I had a feeling he would just ignore it if I didn’t do anything about it.
