Free Tanner: A Black Widow MC Romance by Olivia Jones Page B

at me. “If he lays a hand on you, by god, I'll kill him.”

Chapter Seventeen
     
Tanner

Somehow I ended up at Grace's apartment. I didn't even remember riding here. “I'm sorry Grace, I didn't know where else to go.” Tears fell down my cheeks.
     
    “Are you injured,” she asked, checking my body.
     
    I shook my head. “I don't think so.”
     
    “Let's get you fixed up.” Grace took my arm and led me to the bathroom.
     
    I felt like a zombie as I followed her down the hallway. Her sister peeked at me through a cracked door and then closed it. Not the best first impression.
     
    “Take off your bloody clothes and I'll wash it for you. A nice warm shower will make you feel better,” Grace said softly. She went under the sink and pulled out a fresh towel.
     
    I stood there while she turned the knobs and made the water hot. I pulled off my bloody t-shirt and remembered Isaac dying in my arms. I collapsed onto the bathroom floor, sobbing. Grace bent down and held me.
     
    “What happened?” she asked.
     
    The tears burned my throat and I could barely speak. “The guy came out of nowhere and fired. I tried to warn him but it was too late.”
     
    “Who? Who did you try to warn?”
     
    “Isaac...he's dead.” I didn't know what else to say. I couldn't find the words to explain what happened.
     
    “I'm so sorry, Tanner.” Grace held me close, her fingers massaging my scalp. I cried like a little baby, my face pressed against her chest. I had lost MC members before but Isaac was different. He had been there ever since I joined and we were close. He felt like a true brother to me. And now he was gone.
     
    “He died in my arms, Grace. I tried to get him to you but I wasn't fast enough.”
     
    Grace put her fingers to my lips. “Hush. You did everything you could.”
     
    I don't know for how long we sat on the cold bathroom floor. Time didn't seem to matter anymore. Grace just held me until I was finished crying.
     
    I reached for toilet paper and used it to blow my nose. “I'm sorry you had to see that. Isaac would be laughing at me right now for being such a little bitch.”
     
    Grace shook her head. “He knew you cared for him.”
     
    I looked up at Grace, her face only inches from mine. I stared into her eyes, wondering how somebody as hot as her could still be single. She was everything I ever wanted. I glanced down to her full and parted lips. I bet she tasted good.
     
    I reached up and planted my lips on hers. Grace breathed in sharply, pulling me in. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pushed my body against her. She tasted better than I ever could've imagined.

Chapter Eighteen
     
Grace

I deal with death everyday of my life. I learned early on that you can't save everyone. No matter how much experience you have—sometimes people just die.
     
    I wished I could take away all of Tanner's pain and anguish. He didn't explain exactly what happened but I got the idea that one of the members was shot and killed. What were they doing? It didn't matter. My poor King.
     
    I held him close on the bathroom tiles for what seemed like hours. His whimpering slowly faded away and he blew his nose and cleaned up his face. Kiss me, dammit! I didn't want to force it. He might not be in the mood.
     
    Tanner looked deep into my eyes. My heart beat quickened and the butterflies crashed around in my stomach. He leaned in and kissed me. Time froze as his tongue ran over my lips and into my mouth. I moaned against him as our heads moved side to side.
     
    My hands rested on his strong chest, the black widow tattoo burning brightly. Tanner bent my neck and nestled in my crook, showering me with kisses. He tugged at my baggy shirt that I suddenly felt embarrassed about for wearing. I didn't know an unbelievably sexy man was going to drop by. I thought it was just going to be a quiet night with Rachel.
     
    Tanner pulled the shirt over my head and marveled at my big breasts in a lacy black bra. His fingers