Free Psy (MC Biker Romance)(Daredevils of Drake County Book 1) by Sennah Tate Page B

of harm.
    Sera swallowed past a lump in her throat and looked around frantically for any way out of this situation. She peered out all of the windows to make sure no one was staking the place out. Greg’s specialty was arson and she was petrified that he would try to destroy the last remaining vestige she had of her self-sufficiency.
    “Greg… you can’t do that, you know. Your parole officer won’t have anything to do with you,” she tried valiantly to make him see reason.
    He laughed at her again, this time the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She hated hearing such a mirthful sound from such a dangerous man. The sound made her fear for her safety. Knowing that Greg was going to be leaving prison in the morning made her want to run far far away and never come back.
    “I don’t give a fuck about my PO. I want to come see you and that pretty little mouth of yours.”
    Sera thought she was going to retch. How could she have ever actually wanted to be with this man? How could she have thought she was in love with him? She lived for so long as a victim to his abuse without ever seeing it for what it was. She told herself that he loved her, that he would do anything for her, she never realized that anything could actually mean murder and arson. She never wanted to find out about Greg’s dark seedy side, but now that she knew, she was grateful for the information.
    If she had stayed with Greg, who knew what would have happened to her? She could be in jail – or worse. She didn’t even want to think about that. If she didn’t do something, that could still happen tomorrow. The thought alone brought tears to her eyes and she fought to contain him until the phone call wrapped up.
    “Do not come see me. I will call the police and you will go back to jail,” her voice held a ring of confidence that she didn’t think she would ever possess. Her words sounded final and resolute.
    He only laughed at her again. A sick unsettled feeling churned her insides. She was definitely going to be sick.
    “We’ll see about that, sweetheart.”

Chapter 2
    The line died with a click and a dial tone. Sera couldn’t even make it to her chair; she sank to the floor and her body was wracked with sobs. Her shoulders shook with the silent cries. What option did she have? She could run away, but he would find her. She couldn’t just leave the store, either. Five Oaks was her home, she wasn’t about to be chased out of town by some second-class criminal with a masochistic streak.
    No. She needed a plan. A course of action for when Greg showed up. She didn’t know how to really defend herself, but she was sure she could figure something out. Maybe a can of mace? A rape whistle? Would that even be useful if he showed up in her home or at her store? It’s not like anyone was ever around.
    With trembling fingers, she dialed the non-emergency number for the police. During her time with Greg, she memorized the number. When he was up to something stupid, or she thought he was going to be getting up to something stupid, she would warn the police. If they weren’t too busy (it was an awfully small town) they would normally come right out and handle anything before it had a chance to manifest.
    Of course, calling the police only enraged Greg further. When he regained his freedom, he would take it out on her with verbal – and sometimes physical – abuse. She couldn’t go back to that life. There had to be a way.
    “Drake County Sheriff’s Office, is this an emergency?”
    “No,” her voice trembled. The tears streamed from her eyes and made it difficult to breathe.
    “What’s your problem ma’am?”
    A few shuddering breaths and a heaving gasp later, Sera found her voice again and told the operator her situation.
    “I see. Well, ma’am, until he breaks the terms of the restraining order, there isn’t anything we can do. Would you like an officer to do a drive-by for you now to make sure everything is okay?”
    Serabelle