Page 45 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
I knew I was being immature and Spike was trying to be the responsible adult here, but I wanted him.
He saw the look in my eyes and ran a hand through his hair.
“Don’t you look at me like that, woman,” he growled and leaned toward me, kissing my mouth. I reached for him, tried to cling to his neck but Spike slowly pulled my hands off.
“I’m going to go for a ride. I need to clear my head, take care of a few things.”
“But…”
“There are going to be people here watching you. There is nothing to worry about.”
I still wanted to protest but Spike was already walking to the door. I sat up on my knees, moving all the sheets and covers away so he could see my naked, glistening body.
“Take me with you. I’ll be safer if I live with you. In your apartment.”
My words made him stop in his tracks and he turned to me.
“Sabrina…”
“That is where I felt safe, Spike. I don’t feel safe here. Don’t you think so? If I lived with you, in your apartment, and if I were surrounded by the people from your MC at Fifth Gear…I know nobody would be able to touch me. I would be safe and protected. That way, you would be fulfilling the duties of your job too.”
I had no idea if I sounded convincing or not. Spike was staring at me with his brows crossed, his eyes narrowed and heavy. Maybe he was thinking. Deciding.
“I need to go for a ride,” he said again and that was all he said.
He went through the door and shut it behind him. I slumped back in my bed, looking around the room with disappointment. I felt no attachment to this place. To none of my things.
I wished Spike would agree that was the best plan. It was too fast and maybe I was jumping the gun. Maybe this was going to turn out to be a mistake—but it would be my mistake. Not something someone else had decided for me. Not my daddy’s call.
I didn’t know how long I would have to wait for Spike to return and give me his decision, but I was willing to wait for as long as it took. I just knew it…finally…my new life was about to begin.15SpikeI stood at the gates of the estate, watching as the prospects who had been sent by Ghost rode into the driveway of the Wyndham mansion. I had already given them strict instructions. They were going to patrol the perimeter, no breaks. One of them would be outside Sabrina’s bedroom door, keeping a close watch on her. They would report to me immediately if they saw or heard anything suspicious.
I was fully confident that she was safe in their hands—I wouldn’t be confident leaving her alone with anybody. But I knew I needed some time to think. It felt like too much had happened in the last two days and I needed to make some decisions.
Once the guys positioned themselves where I wanted them to keep a watch, I got on my bike and rode off. I didn’t know where I was going, but was headed in the direction of the forest where Ghost’s cabin was.
I was in two minds. I could go up to the cabin and check in on Mercy. She had given me instructions on seeing her as often as I could so she could keep an eye on my wound. I hadn’t followed up on that. She had also prescribed rest and ‘taking it easy’. I hadn’t followed that advice either.
Ghost clearly had no idea how much hard work Sabrina Wyndham was going to end up becoming. He thought he was assigning me child’s play.
I rode into the forest, gripping my bike hard, trying to focus on blanking my mind. But the only thing I could think about was Sabrina and how her presence in my life had already changed everything. I couldn’t even see things clearly anymore.
There was one thing I knew, and that was that she deserved a better life than I could give her.
I changed my mind halfway to the cabin. I didn’t want to go see Mercy or Ghost there. Mercy would just end up fussing over me, trying to nurse my wound, offer me something for the pain. I had successfully worked through the pain without any help for the last two days and I was sure I would just have to push through it for a few more and it would be over.
Instead, I wanted to be by myself. So I made my way to the creek. The creek that only a few of us knew about. The forest was pretty untouched otherwise.
I parked my bike and got off. The forest calmed me. When I closed my eyes, I could picture walking down the creek that night in the moonlight. The night Eagle attacked me. I still couldn’t remember the full details. I knew I was out looking for him. I wanted to bring him in single-handed. I didn’t know he was hiding out in the forest, I didn’t have any evidence, but I had a sixth sense about it. He had to be close by.
