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Slowly, I nodded. “I figured I could…find someone who will want to look after us.”
Maverick nodded. “He works for the Ironborne. You know they are our sworn enemies. That poses a problem.”
“What problem?” I said, quickly. “He’ll never admit that he was bested by his own wife, nor that he put me in here.”
“You sure about that?”
I nodded at him. “Yes. Usually I would just patch myself up, but he really lost it tonight.”
“How often?”
Shrugging, “I don’t know…whenever he wants to.”
“Tavi…”
“You don’t know me,” I spat at him. “You knew me for all of five minutes back then. I thank you for the assistance, but once I’m out of here, I’ll take Van and leave.”
“There are legal ramifications for that, Tavi. We can help you.”
“I’m tired,” I lied, although it was only a half lie. I was incredibly tired, but it was the topic I didn’t want to discuss. I didn’t want to admit just how fucked I was. Hardy wasn’t going to stop. He believed I was his property, to be used and abused whenever he saw fit.
Maverick stood up, moving the chair back to the wall, before he moved to the bed, leaning over me.
“You’re wrong, little devil,” he whispered, sending jolts of pleasure down to my crotch. “I do know you. I know you prefer hard rock to the poppy shit your generation listen to. I know you like your drinks sour or bitter rather than sweet, that you like bourbon over vodka. I also know your favourite colour is red, and you always have it on your clothes somewhere. I know you came to that clubhouse looking for fun, but you never came back, and I can only assume it was because of him. What you don’t know about me is I will kill your husband for laying hands on you that you didn’t want there. I will murder him for treating that boy as anything other than the prince he is, and then I’m going to find you somewhere safe to go. I know more about you than you think.”
He leant down and placed a kiss on my temple, sending a fresh wave of tears hurtling down my cheeks.
“Get some rest. I’ll be back in the morning to get you discharged.”
I watched him walk out of my room and speak to someone outside, before he left. The peace I’d felt for a moment before he came was long gone, and in its place, a sharp reminder that he was most definitely not the man I should be with.
Yet, it’s all I could think about.
Tavi
“You good to go?” Maverick asked me from the doorway. He looked as good as he did yesterday when he came to sit with me. My doctor was an asshole and wouldn’t let me go home until today,something about concussion and didn’t want to miss anything. I missed my son, but I knew he was safe with the club. With Maverick. I also knew my face looked all kinds of black and blue, and I didn’t want to frighten him.
I nodded, and moved over to grab my bag that had been brought to me by a woman with fiery red hair and called herself Cherry. It wasn’t my clothes, but they fit and that was enough for me right now.
Maverick grabbed the bag before I could lift it, and held the door open for me. The chivalry was doing nothing but activate my libido. At least I still had one.
He led me down to the carpark beneath the hospital and toward his bike. A shot of excitement raced through me at being on the back of it.
“I can just get an Uber,” I said, suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety at being so close to him on his bike. I knew I’d have to hold onto him, and I was afraid that if I did that, if I got a taste, I wouldn’t want to let go.
He put my bag on the back of the bike and handed me a helmet. “Why?”
“I just…”
“Never ridden?” he asked, moving over to put the helmet on my head and fastening the strap under my chin. His proximity wasn’t helping me with being able to respond. I swallowed harshly, trying to lubricate my throat to speak when I saw him smile, and my knees went a little wobbly. How could anyone be this devastatingly gorgeous?
“No,” I finally got out. “I don’t…”
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Tavi,” he said, his voice taking on a deeper tone. “You just need to hold on, think you can do that for me?”
Oh yes, yes, I can.
He jumped on the bike, holding my hand and guiding me toward him. Lifting my leg, I winced a little at the stiffness in my muscles before I climbed on behind him, and held onto his waist. The leather of his kutte stopped me from feeling his body heat, thankfully, but to feel him under my fingers brought back flashes ofthat night. When I had him all over me, I had my nails digging into his skin, his lips on mine, trailing kisses down my neck.
