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.

15

Spike

I 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.