Page 48 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“I’m going to make sure you don’t walk out of here alive!” I shouted. He laughed even harder.
“Spike!” A woman’s voice called for me and I looked up to find Mercy at the cellar door.
Eagle, underneath me, tried to take this opportunity to throw me over so he could get the upper hand.
I may have had a knife-wound to recover from but I wasn’t going to let this motherfucker overpower me.
I pushed against him, pinning him down again. The back of his head hit the ground with a thud.
“Get him off,” I heard Mercy call out. The two prospects who were standing outside came in toward us. I punched Eagle in the face again one last time, before one of the prospects pulled me off. He wouldn’t have been able to if I hadn’t let him.
The other one dragged Eagle to the bed. He was badly fucked up again, especially his face.
Mercy was standing at the cellar door with her hands on her hips.
“Spike! Seriously! This is in no way following any of my medical advice!”
I walked past her, my shoulders heaving.
“Spike!” she called after me but I didn’t stop.
I knew I lost it. I shouldn’t have bothered with Eagle. None of us were going to let him walk out of here. He’d affected all our lives.
I walked out of the cellar and I knew Mercy had followed me out.
“Is this about Sabrina?” she asked, making me stop in my tracks. I turned to face her and she had her eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, this is about her. I’ve decided something,” I replied and then walked away. Mercy didn’t need to know. The rest of the MC didn’t need to know because I wasn’t going to let it turn into something serious.
Giving Sabrina up would be difficult, but this had to stop. I couldn’t let it go any further or allow her to be disappointed. My life was unpredictable, violent…she would never be able to fit into this lifestyle, no matter how much she tried.16SabrinaTwo weeks later
Something happened to Spike two weeks ago. It was as if a switch went off in him that day he left me at the house and went for a ride. By the time he returned to me, it was as if he had completely changed his mind about us. Even though he had left some guys to watch over me while he was gone, I didn’t feel completely safe without him.
Someone came in to fix my window and after that, I had sat there, looking out at the driveway, waiting for Spike to show up. He was late. When he did come back, he simply replaced the guy who was standing outside my bedroom door. He didn’t even bother coming in.
I opened the door and pleaded with him to come inside so we could talk. I could instantly sense something was different. Something had happened. This ride had changed him. Spike didn’t speak much. All he said was that he couldn’t come inside, that we had to forget last night and everything that happened between us since then.
I was angry, frustrated, and close to tears. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. After everything we did…what he’d said…he made me feel he had come to a decision. I thought he wanted to pick me over this stupid job. I didn’t even know what he was protecting me from. Was there any real danger?
In my anger, I had slammed the door in his face and spent the rest of the night locked in my bedroom. I knew he was out there, waiting, watching, listening. I was expecting him to knock on that door, demanding to be let in. I just wanted to talk and get an explanation, but the night passed and there was no change in him.
By the next morning, my anger had turned into despair and sadness. I couldn’t believe this happened again. I had let myself get fooled into thinking this was real. I did it in Paris with a guy who didn’t give two fucks about me, and now I was doing it again with a man who didn’t think we could be together.
The only difference was with Spike, my heart was actually breaking. I wasn’t going to be able to forget about him or get over him as easily as I was able to with Brett. Just the thought of it made me sick to my stomach.
I had to do something. But every time I tried to talk to him, every time I tried to get his attention, Spike just clammed up. He barely even looked at me. He just continued doing his job as if he didn’t even notice I was there.Two weeks went by like that. There was a cloud of sadness and darkness around us. Unlike the first few days when we first met, now, Spike didn’t take me to Fifth Gear for meals anymore. He didn’t even take me on his bike anywhere. In fact, I hardly left the house.
