Free Stitch: Satan's Fury MC by L Wilder Page B

again, “It’s just not right. You can’t just do that without asking me first, or at least having the common courtesy to tell me what the hell is going on. I don’t even know you!”
    His fierce expression faded when he asked, “He didn’t tell you?”
    “Uhhh… No !” I answered sarcastically. “That’s why I’m here. I have no idea what the hell is going on between you two, and any time I ask Wyatt about it, he says, ‘it’s in the vault!’” The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a sexy grin, and the tension he was carrying in his shoulders seemed to instantly melt away.
    “Your boy did good; he keeps his word,” he said sounding pleased. “I told him to keep the phone in the vault… no talking about it, but I meant to his father. Not you,” he explained.
    “He said that he’s supposed to call you if he needs help?”
    “Yeah… that’s why I gave him the phone.”
    “You didn’t think that maybe you should talk to me about that first?” I asked.
    “Not at the time. Wanted him to be able to reach me if he needed me and knew that giving him that phone would be the easiest way to do it. That’s why I told him I was giving it to him… so I could be there… make sure nothing else happens to him or you.”
    “What? Why would you do that? You don’t even know us! You can’t make promises like that to a boy like Wyatt. He’ll think you meant what you said.”
    “I did mean it,” he clipped. “Meant every word.”
    I was lost for words and stood there stunned with disbelief. I looked up at him, studying the determined look on his face, and for some strange reason, I believed him. “But why? Why are you doing all of this?”
    “I’ve seen the police reports… your medical records. I know what your ex did to you. I know you were able to fight your way out, but you couldn’t do the same for Wyatt. I can see the fear in your eyes. I know you’re worried that he’ll hurt him like he hurt you. I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t.”
    There was a storm raging behind those beautiful gray eyes – a storm I could see myself being pulled into, even though part of me thought I should fight it. I stared at him in awe, realizing that I knew nothing about him, but there was something that drew me to him. Why was he so touched by Wyatt? What had happened to him to make him want to protect a little boy and his mother? I wanted to ask, but I was afraid. All I knew was I needed help, and for some inexplicable reason… I trusted him. I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly had an all-consuming need to touch him. His eyes widened with surprise when I placed my hands on his shoulders, standing high on my tiptoes, and pressed my lips against his cheek.

Chapter 8
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    I ’m not one to be taken by surprise – ever – but seeing Wyatt’s mother sitting in my bar… that got me. I should’ve seen it coming. I saw the way she looked at me at that movie theatre, all wide-eyed and totally freaked out. There was no way she was going to let that shit go and that was on me. If I was going to keep my promise to Wyatt, then I’d have to remember that he had a mother that actually gave a damn about him, and she’d do whatever it took to protect him – even if that meant coming to my clubhouse to bust my balls for trying to help.
    I hadn’t realized just how beautiful she was, though. Maybe it was the way she looked at me… I don’t know. I just knew she was a knock-out in a totally out of my league, untouchable sort of way. Her hair was pulled up away from her face, exposing the soft curves of her face, and her clothes were classy, but sexy at the same time. With her hands on her hips, she stood there staring at me with those coal black eyes, giving me hell for trailing her kid. I liked that she didn’t back down from me. I couldn’t think of a time that a woman had gotten to me the way she did, and I was finding it more and more difficult to ignore the strange pull I