He reads me without any words shared between the two of us and gently settles on top of me. There isn’t a place on our bodies that aren’t connected in one way or another. The blissfulness that encompasses me is my undoing, wave after wave hits me like a current, it’s my undoing. I scream out his name as he takes me over the cliff.
His lips once again enrapture mine; he moans out his release, letting me capture the sounds he makes.
It’s the sexiest and most heartwarming moment. I’ve never felt so attuned with anyone like I do with him.
What has he done to me?
“How can I make sure we see one another again without drawing attention to us?” he asks as he rolls over to his side, bringing me into his tight embrace.
“I don’t have an answer for that, Shamus. I have eyes on me at all times.”
“Where do you live, Star? Maybe I can sneak in without being caught.”
I’m too damn embarrassed and ashamed to admit what I must to him. But it can’t be helped, he needs to know how dire the circumstances are.
“In a prison cell beneath the club.”
“Say that again?” he growls. It’s the sound of hurt in his tone that makes me lose it with the battle of wills, the hardheaded part of me that was keeping my tears at bay. As they slide down my cheeks, he takes his thumb and gently wipes them away. “Please, Star. I need to know more.”
“It’s set up like a bedroom. I have a double bed, a toilet, a sink, a television, a selection of books. We get fed three meals a day by the guards, we’re allowed to shower each evening before our performance. It sounds a lot worse than what it is.”
“Don’t do that, Star. Don’t shrug this off like it’s no big deal. You’re caged like a motherfucking animal!” he seethes.
“It could be so much worse, Shamus.”
Chapter Four
Shamus
Worse? How much more worse can it actually get than how she’s living? I don’t like the way she’s brushing this under the rug as if it’s no more than a slight inconvenience. My dog has a better existence than she does. This infuriates me to the point that I can’t fathom leaving her here as I leave her for the night. I have to get a game plan; I need my brothers.
I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. There’s no way I can get her and her baby girl out of this disaster without backup. I’m good, but I’m not that damn good at what I do. Even a superhero would have to call in additional forces to ensure that everything goes off without a hitch.
If this isn’t played right, more lives than just hers and her girl’s are at risk. I can’t let innocent women and men get caught in the crossfire.
No, this needs to be handled with exacting precision. No mistakes can be made.
“I’m gonna have to call in my brothers, Star. I have to make sure that when we leave here, it’s with minimal casualties. We can’t allow others to pay the ultimate price to get you free.”
“All I need you to do is make sure Ella makes it out, Shamus. I’m of no importance in the grand scheme of things; she’s all that matters to me.”
“But you matter to me. To your sister, to the family that’s waiting to bring you into the fold with open arms. Don’t talk like you won’t be coming home with me, Star. Because hear my words, you will be coming home.”
“Home. I don’t think that word has had as much meaning or impact in my life as when it does when you speak it.”
“That’s because your mind and soul know that you belong with us,” I return.
“Who’s all us, Shamus?” It dawns on me that I haven't shared the name of the MC with her.
“The DreamCatcher Motorcycle Club, Star. That’s who we are, who you will soon be.”
“An appropriate name for what you’re promising me, Shamus.”
“Not promising, Star. Guaranteeing.”
Just then, there’s a pounding on the door that interrupts our conversation. “Time’s up,” is called out.
“That’s Gray, if we don’t get up, dressed and out of here shortly, he’ll come barging in and remove me personally. That’s his job.”
“He touches you and I’ll break his fucking hand,” I whisper out my tirade, not wanting to draw his attention.
“We’re wrapping up now, Gray,” she hollers back before turning to me. “Don’t do anything stupid, Shamus. Not yet, not until Ella is found. Promise me you’ll hold off until you’ve saved her.”
I blow out a breath of air, if I make this promise to her, it may be the first one in history that I’ll potentially have to break. And I don’t wanna go back on my word to her once I’ve given it. “I’m gonna try really hard, Star.”
“My daughter comes first, Shamus. If not, I can never leave. I won’t, I refuse to leave her here alone, fending for herself. He’ll fucking do as he’s sworn to for all of these years.”
“And what is the threat he uses against you, Star?”
“That he’ll sell her to the highest bidder.”
“His own daughter, his flesh and blood. Do you really think he’d sink so low?”
“He doesn't care about her, Shamus. For him, it's about control and earning a dollar. He has no attachment to her; she means nothing to him. He’s proven that to me time and time again.”
“Then I’ll make sure to have her somewhere secure before I come after you. And I will be back, even if I don’t see you until the day comes to get you out of here, Star. That’s not saying I’m not gonna try, but Jeremiah has you on a tight leash. He may not allow me another night like tonight.”
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