Free Corrupted by Alexis Noelle Page B

heart attack, I knew the truth. I killed her.”
    He cups my face. “No. You had nothing to do with that girl’s death. Your father is a sick bastard. Do not blame yourself for a minute. As far as me, I didn’t even think to look for that, babe. My phone rang, it was the Pres and I didn’t want to wake you up. I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.” His head dips and he kisses me. “Don’t ever doubt how I feel about you. Nothing will change that. Every fear you had before you were with me is irrelevant.”
    I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him to me. He is so strong, and certain. Being able to lean on him had always been something I needed. “What does all this mean? Me being yours? You claiming me?”
    “It means that no one can touch you. It means if anyone tries to I will be here to protect you. You never have to worry about anything, because I’ll do that for you. For most women, it means you’re part of the club family, but you already were.” Family. Many people see the MC as dangerous, for me they have always been a safe haven.
    We lay there for a few more minutes before I sit up. “What was your phone call about?”
    “Shooter wants us to come see him when we get back. Why don’t you get yourself together, then we can grab lunch and head back over to the clubhouse.” He gives me a quick kiss before leaving the room. 
    I stand up go to the bathroom, and then get dressed. I’m sore which is making getting dressed a little more difficult than normal. When I walk downstairs, Jordan is standing by the large window next to the door. “I’m all dressed.”
    He turns toward me. “You hungry?”
    “Starving.”
    His arms reach for me pulling me against him. “For food?” He arches an eyebrow at me.
    “Yes, for food.” I smile at him. This all feels so strange to me. I’m with Jordan now, I don’t have to hide my feelings for him. I stand on my tiptoes giving him a kiss.
    “Let’s get out of here before I make you lunch.” The image of him doing just that has me wanting him. He smacks my butt before walking outside.
    I follow him, climbing onto his bike behind him. Unlike before, I happily wrap my arms around him, holding on tight and resting my head against his back.
    As we ride back into town, I couldn’t be happier. Things in my life finally feel like they are making sense. There is a part of me that is nervous being out of the clubhouse. I’ve spent the last three years in a safe place, where no one could get to me. Now I’m out in the open and exposed. We stop at a diner, heading inside and grabbing a table. After we place our order, I look up at Jordan. “So what happens now?”
    “With?” He looks at me waiting for more.
    “With us, my room at the club, the girls at the club, the brothers. I feel like I don’t know where I stand.” There are so many unknowns right now and it has me on edge. Most of the guys have their old ladies live at their houses, and they never really interact with the members or club except on family days. I’m so attached to everyone and to the club I don’t want to have to be cut off completely.
    “Well, your room at the club is gone. I told Tracie to move all your stuff into the room I was staying in. Most old ladies don’t stay at the club, so you could move into my house.”
    “But you wouldn’t be there?”
    “No. Not always. Now that I’m patched in, I’ll need to do runs more often with the club. I’ll be away more.” The thought of him being on a “run” scares me. I don’t know all the details but I do know that whatever they are doing is illegal. Do I feel great about that? Hell no. But these people are my family now, they took me in and protected me. “When I’m away, I want you at the club house. I don’t feel safe with you being alone out there.”
    I nod. I know my family is still around. Whether they care about finding me anymore or not is unknown. Our food comes and we make small talk about different things. I know