Free Wild Angels: A Biker Erotic Romance by Ellen Graves Page B

bottoms out, a bit small but should fit okay.
     
    It had been three years and she knew she should really move his stuff out but she hadn’t had the heart to do it. It was the only thing that her daughters had of their father.  She shook away the nostalgia and returned to Mason in the bathroom.
     
    “These should fit you okay. I’ll be in the living room when you’re finished.” She placed the items on the counter next to the shower and left Mason to finish. She took his clothes and planned on putting them in the washing machine. As she picked the leather jacket up a small phone fell from the pocket and flashed alive.
     
    A text was on the screen and it read: Mason, there is no point running. We’ll find you. We always find traitors.
     
    Zoe emptied the pockets to his jacket and placed the items on the counter next to the clothes. She picked the ruins of his shirt up and tossed them away when she ventured to the kitchen. She flung the clothes, along with Angelia and Rebecca’s nightshirts in the wash and put the kettle on. He’d want a hot drink once out of the shower.
     
    Usually she wasn’t the type of person to care for another unless she truly loved them. With Mason she felt a pull unlike anything she had felt before. When Mason didn’t appear from the shower, she started to get worried; what if he had fallen over or passed out?
     
    She left the coffee on the table as she opened the bathroom door. Mason was sitting on the toilet, his arm across his ribs and a towel wrapped around his waist. He was breathing heavily and Zoe could see the pain etched into his features.
     
    “Are you all right?” she knew it was a stupid question and wasn’t sure why she even asked it but she felt the need to express her concern.
     
    “Fine.” Mason grunted and Zoe saw his fist ball up. She stood in front of him and forced his head up so she could look at his face for injuries. While one eye was swollen shut she could see from the other that he had pale green eyes. She found herself staring at him but couldn’t look away until she felt something drip onto her hand.
     
    She removed her hand from the back of his head and grimaced when she saw blood on her hand. She gently urged Mason’s head back down and moved his damp hair out of the way, searching for the spot where the blood had come from. She felt him wince when her fingers brushed over the back of his skull and her fingers came back bloody.
     
    “I don’t think it’s going to need stitches.” Zoe held a tissue to the back of Mason’s head and applied as much pressure as she dared to without hurting him.
     
    “I’m thirsty.” Mason grunted and Zoe nodded her head even though he couldn’t see her.
     
    “If you can make it back to the living room there is  coffee there for you.”
     
    Mason sighed and leant his head back, his eyes closed. Zoe saw the pain on his face and it wasn’t all from physical pain. She could see Mason fighting something inside him and she was willing to help him fight his demons. She felt protective of Mason and she wasn’t sure why but she knew that she would do anything she could to help him.
     
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    Mason watched as Zoe left and groaned again but not from pain this time. Zoe was stunning. Her black hair swished around her body as she walked and her blue eyes seemed to take in everything he said or done.
     
    He took a breath before standing up. His whole body ached and he was pretty sure that at least two of his ribs were broken if not more. His mind was fuzzy with what happened the previous night but there were bits and pieces. He certainly remembered the word ‘traitor’ being thrown around a few times.
     
    Mason shook away the thoughts and focused everything on getting into the living room without passing out. He could really use some painkillers but he didn’t want to seem rude. He’d already used Zoe’s shower and apparently her washing machine by the sounds of it.
     
    He managed to get into the living