Page 166 of Forged in the Fire
“They saved me.” It was a whisper.
Awe.
Confusion.
My mind was boggled because those bikers had fallen into form like they were a trained army. Taking this guy out like they were old pros and not some rag-tag group of thieves running the streets.
Elena let go of a soggy huff. “Of course, they saved you. There was no chance Silas was going to let that creep steal you off this property.”
“Should I trust him? Should I really trust him?”
I realized I was pleading.
Trustingher to tell me the truth.
She looked around, gaze sifting through the shadows, like she was worried we were going to be caught doing something scandalous.
No doubt, in Silas’s eyes, we were totally up to no good.
She turned back to me, her nearly black ponytail falling around her shoulder as she angled her head close.
Eyes the same color as his swirled with emphasis. “There is no one you should trust more.”
It was a punch.
Glee.
Relief.
More of that confusion.
“He’s a criminal.” It was a bare, fleeting argument. “The president of a freaking motorcycle club. And I’m pretty sure that patch they wear on their backs isn’t just for show.”
I’d bet my very meager life savings that if you messed with them, those crows would be dancing on your grave.
Violent.
Brutal.
Savage.
She glanced around again, her chest shuddering, her voice fully a whisper. “You don’t have to be afraid of him, Brinley. Not in that way. He would never hurt you. But I’m not so sure about what he could do to your heart. Those boys have a way of trampling all over them.”
She choked over the last. Eyes shimmering. Opening herself wide to a new source of her pain.
One we were going to have to address later, but there were so many questions whirling through my mind right then that I couldn’t keep them tapped.
“Did they kill that guy?”
Air huffed from her nose. “Is that something you really want to know?”
“Yes.”
I regretted it the second I said it. But it was knee-jerk. Reflex. So I supposed it had to be the truth.
A little scowl twisted up her brow. “I think that’s something you’re going to have to ask Silas.”
I huffed. “Your brother won’t tell me a thing.”
