Free Rainer: An MC Savage Motorcycle Club Romance Novel by Trace Dex Page B

and tighter until I heard a loud bang. It echoed through the mountains and the smoke followed soon after, moving through the barrel of the gun and into the air.

    Except this time there wasn’t any blood on my hands. There wasn’t a dead body on the floor. Nothing.

    Just my hand in the air, gun pointed at the sky. And Candace, with her fragile existence, standing silently before me.  

    I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fucking do it.

    “Fuck,” I said as I dropped the gun to my side. I paced back and fourth for a few seconds, trying to make sense of all this. Then I stopped in front of her, her eyes wide and a soft smile forming at the corners of her mouth. A tear fell slowly down her cheek as she took a deep breath.

      Our silent gaze into each others eyes felt like some sort of subconscious connection was happening that neither of us would ever understand. After a moment, I pulled her in. She wrapped her arms around me and began to cry against my chest as I watched the sun disappear into the ocean.

    She let out all her emotions as I held her tight and whispered in her ear, “It’s not your fault.” My eyelids were heavy as I tried my best to keep the tears from falling out. “It’s not your fault.”

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CHAPTER SIX

    Candace

    “Is this it?” Rainer yelled over the blaring sound of the engine.

    “Yeah,” I yelled back.

    It was a nice, quiet ride back. The sky fell darker as we rode through the highway, just the two of us on his motorcycle. I hugged him tighter than I did before as he drove. I heard him cough a few times, probably gasping for air from my vice grip, but I like to believe he didn’t mind.

    We parked at the side of the building, away from most of the other cars. I was nervous but glad that I was back in a familiar area.

    Rainer and I made our way towards the entrance of the building. I stopped and faced Rainer, “You’re not going to do anything to her, right?”

    “She has nothing to do with this,” he said.

    “Rainer, you have to promise. The last thing I want is to put her in any sort of danger.”

    “Fine, fine, I promise,” he said.

    I lifted my pinky and squinted, staring straight into his eyes. He moved his tongue around inside his mouth and rolled his eyes at the same time as if he couldn’t believe what I was asking.

    “I promised!” he said. “What more do you want?”

    I moved my hand closer to his face and wiggled my pinky.

    Rainer surveyed the scene, “Fine, if I do this, will you believe me?”

    I nodded. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said under his breath as he lifted his pinky.

    We wrapped our pinkies together and shook. “There. Believe me now?” he said, quickly pulling his hand away.

    I smiled back at him with a nod, and then wrapped my arms around his. It was as if his arm was another body because of how big it was. He pulled back at first but he eventually let me guide him towards the entrance, shaking his head whenever I’d glance up at him.

    The expression on his face looked like he was disappointed, but I didn’t want to push it by asking if it was aimed at him or me. I figured he was just embarrassed or just awkward.

    I don’t know why he didn’t shoot me, I really thought that was it. But I’m glad he didn’t. I was starting to feel like I did before the whole garage incident. All these near death situations have opened my eyes and made me appreciate life more. Something about trauma had a strong positive affect on me, as long as I wasn’t doing the one doing traumatic things.

    As we made our way through the entrance doors, we passed the front desk where the attendants looked kind of shocked. Rainer nodded at them as we walked by and one of the guys flinched at first, and then nodded back.

    The metallic doors of the elevator reflected Rainer’s big, muscular body. I stood next to him, waiting for the door to open. He seemed taller than before, but maybe its cause this place wasn’t so dark. He’s kind of