bike.”
“No. We’re going home.”
That has her smiling at him. “Really?”
“Yeah. Right now.” He eyes Smiter. “Tell Grit he’s in charge for the rest of the night.”
Smiter nods. “You got it, Prez.”
“Sarah, do you want to stay with us tonight? It’s a few hours’ drive back to Brockford,” Rox offers.
I shake my head. All I want to do is to get out of here as fast as I can and never come back. “No. I’m fine.”
Before she can argue, I dart to my car and hurry inside. I see them watching me as I speed away without another word, or even a goodbye.
Chapter 11
~Runner~
I can’t wrap my head ‘round what’s happening here.
I’m standing on the doorstep, staring at her house, being a dumbass pussy unable to make a decision.
Knock, or walk away?
I went by the diner, but it were closed. It’s weird, cuz it’s the middle of the day and it ain’t a Sunday neither. Shouldn’t be closed.
If I walk away now, shit between us will be done with. Finished. I got no other reason to come back to this city. Ain’t gonna go to Temptress again, cuz of the way that bitch, Halle, always is with me the second I walk in there, before I’ve even done a thing to deserve her uptight bullshit. So, all I gotta do here is not knock. Just gotta walk away.
Fuck. I can’t.
It’s been two days since that screwed up situation at the clubhouse.
And I ain’t been able to get it outta my head for even a second.
The way I spoke to her and the things I said—I were way outta line. She didn’t deserve that. I behaved like a real asshole to her. A sweet, innocent thing like her. Can’t let that slide. I gotta do something I ain’t used to doing.
I gotta apologize.
I just lost my temper when I saw her standing in the clubhouse. Seeing the pain in her eyes and that flash of betrayal when she saw me with those whores had cut into me. The hurt were all over her face. That guilt that look on her face had made me feel had me reacting real bad. I don’t do well with that emotion. So I’d pushed it down with my anger, tryin’ to convince myself that I weren’t to blame, cuz we weren’t even together.
Nah, we ain’t together.
In my mind.
But I knew, in hers, that were a different story.
And I shoulda gone easier on her. I shoulda at least shut it down a week ago, so she didn’t come up to the clubhouse like that. But I just ran without a word. Like I usually do.
And a sweet thing like her deserves better than that.
Truth is, I can’t just walk.
Dunno what the hell it is, but she’s got some sorta hold on me that I just can’t shake.
That’s why I rode three hours to get down here, just to see her.
Not just to apologize. I been trying to convince myself that’s the only reason I’m here.
But it ain’t.
Do I want her then? Is that why I’m here?
Fuck knows.
All I do know is I can’t leave it. I gotta figure out what’s going on with me and her.
That’s why I’m here.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and get my head together.
And then I knock.
No answer.
I eye the driveway. She’s home. Her old car’s right there.
I knock again.
And again. And again.
Why ain’t she answering?
“Sarah! It’s Zeb. I know you’re home. Open the door, yeah?” I call, as I knock again.
Nothing. Can’t even hear footsteps inside, approaching the door.
My gut’s telling me something ain’t right here.
Shit.
I grab the doorknob.
Adrenaline spikes through me as the door just pushes open. The lock’s been messed with. It’s broken.
I kick it open the rest of the way and storm inside, not giving a shit ‘bout the pain spiking through my side from my aggressive movements.
“Sarah! Sarah, you here? It’s Zeb, darlin’!” I thunder as I scan the living room quickly, searching for her. She ain’t there.
I run into the kitchen. Nothing.
I hurry through it and out into the backyard. Nothing.
I sprint back the way I came and down the hall. That’s when I see blood staining the walls
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