Free Haven: Renegade Saints MC by Ellen Harper Page B

shake.
     
    Max looked at me. “You need to change it again,” he said sternly.
     
    “I’m scared, Max” I said. “He’s really going to hurt me now; he’s not fucking around.”
     
    Max shook his head. I couldn’t make out his features too clearly in the dark, but I could see that he wasn’t as angry as he had been while he was on the phone. “He won’t try anything,” Max said confidently. “Trust me, Tori. I have this under wraps. He’s afraid of me.”
     
    “Why aren’t you taking me seriously?” I looked at Max with my eyes wide open. “He’s hurt me before, Max, why wouldn’t he do this again?”
     
    Max sighed. “Because he knows I’ll rip his dick off if he tries anything,” Max said. “Come on, Tori. Relax. Get some sleep.” He threw an arm around me and lay back down in bed, snuggling up to my ass.
     
    But I couldn’t sleep after that. My mind was running wild with horrible thoughts of Silas. Max didn’t know Silas; he didn’t know him at all. Max didn’t know what kind of horrible things Silas was capable of doing, how evil and manipulative Silas could be. I had horrible vision of Silas breaking into Max’s house and sneaking upstairs, kidnapping me and torturing me all while Max slept on, oblivious to whatever was happening around him. I shivered as I thought about how Silas could lie and charm his way into just about anywhere, maybe even the neighbor’s house.
     
    There was a noise downstairs and I about jumped out of my skin. Every time I started trying to relax, Silas would pop back up in my mind. I thought he was everywhere; sneaking around outside, downstairs, even in the hallway.
     
    Maybe we can get a dog , I thought to myself. A good guard dog that would bite Silas and keep me safe at home on long nights . I didn’t know just how much late-night business Max had with the Renegade Saints, but I knew that it couldn’t be a small amount. If I was going to be home alone at night, I wanted some real protection, not just a gun.
     
    I shivered. There was one other thing that I knew would kill Silas: the marriage. Silas always talked about how he held marriage up to a high standard, how he didn’t think marriage should ever be broken or changed. Silas looked down on people who got divorced, saying they didn’t know how to work out their problems. I knew that he even thought similar things about his parents. He’d often called his mother a coward for not wanting to stay with his father, even though he ran around on her all the time. It had made me shudder at the time, it was almost like Silas was gripped by some kind of religious fervor when it came to marriage. He’d always told me that we’d get married, and that we’d be man and wife, and nothing would ever be able to tear us apart. That was one of the scariest things he’d ever said to me. He’d been able to make me shudder just by bringing it up.
     
    But fervor or not, I knew he was going to go ballistic knowing that I was married to someone else. I stayed awake almost all night, turning over possible situations in my mind. I decided that in the morning, I had to talk to Max again. I had to make him understand the severity of this situation, I had to make him understand that Silas would hurt me if he was alone with me. Silas was sneaky, and he could be watching the house right now, waiting to see when Max left. He could be watching the windows for movements, staking a place out, biding his time. I shivered as I realized it wouldn’t take much more than a small rock to break the bedroom windows. Max’s house was all on the ground floor, and someone could easily crawl in from outside. He had a security system, but I couldn’t imagine that would help me out too much if Silas was already in the house.
     
    All night, I twisted and turned in bed, getting progressively sweatier and more anxious as time went on. I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing Silas’s horrible face, his demonic eyes, his reedy figure. I