Chapter Eleven
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Harper
“Jett” Numbly I pushed away from his chest. What the hell had I been thinking? But truth was I hadn’t been thinking I had thrown myself at him like he was someone important to me. Like I had known him for years and not just weeks.
Hell we had only had like three conversations. I shouldn’t be launching myself at him like he was a life line and I was drowning. Even if it felt like I WAS drowning. “God I’m sorry” I wiped my face with both hands self consciously. Scrubbing at my skin. I felt gross and I was betting I looked worse.
And I had snotted, actually snotted on his T-shirt. “I shouldn’t have done that” Shakily I sat back down, and three pairs of eyes tracked my movement.
“Here.” The bartender , who I recognised from that first night when I had come in looking for a job pushed a glass across the table and I could do nothing but stare at it.
Scotch.
The smell hit me.
“Isn’t it a little early for alcohol.” I couldn’t even look at Jett directly , it was too mortifying.
“You look like you need it duck” He pushed the glass again, moving it an inch in my direction.
Yeah he was probably right.
“Want to tell us what happened Harper?” Jett finally slid into the booth opposite. His ice blue eyes never leaving my face as he crossed his arms over the wide expanse of his chest. “Why did Bat and Teddy find you hysterical and bloody hiding behind bins at the ass crack of dawn”
I blushed, I couldn’t help it. “I…” I couldn’t tell these men what a total s**t storm my life was. It wasn’t their problem.
I should never have come here.
“I should go” I pushed myself up, using the table as leverage to keep as much weight off my torn up feet as possible. I was good at hiding my pain but I could tell by the way Jetts eyes narrowed that he saw it anyway.
He seemed to see a lot.
“Sit down Harper” His hand closed around my wrist, tight but not tight enough to hurt. “Why shouldn’t you have come? If you are in trouble I told you to come here, and I’m guessing you are in trouble now.”
Mutely I settled back against the fake red leather, and his grip loosened but he didn’t remove his hand totally. Instead laying it flat over mine, his fingers half entwined. “So time to tell us what the trouble is so we can protect you”
“Why would you do that?” Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Bat ushered Teddy away from the table. Giving us some privacy for what conversation we were going to have.
Jetts eyes crinkled in the corners. “I don’t know but hey,” he shrugged “my giving and loving nature?”
“I’m serious.” I just didn’t understand it. Why was he being so nice to me. He didn’t know me.
“So am I, I told you if you needed me I would help as much as I could. So he found you then? This fiancé of yours?” Suddenly his fingers tightened around my hand. Painfully so as his face darkened. “Did he hurt you Harper?” There was a threat of real violence in his voice. “Did he…”
“No” I shook my head. “No I climbed out of the window” Suddenly I felt foolish. I didn’t even know for sure who had been outside of my room. I hadn’t checked. “It might not have been him. I don’t know for sure. I am
Sorry . I shouldn’t have come here” My words were a jumbled rush of words and his eyes softened as I relayed what had happened to make me so scared.
He didn’t say a word but his hand on mine was warm.
Comforting.
“Did you read the note?”
I shook my head.
“It’s ok I’ll get it but you aren’t going back to that hotel, if you can even call it that. I should have never have left you there in the first place.”
“Where else will I go? Everything I have in the world is in that room”
“You are going to come back to the club house with me” He pulled my hand up to his lips and I watched as his eyes widened in surprise.
He so didn’t mean to do that.
“And Teddy is going to go out and grab some basic clothes for you, you can’t go on the bike with no shoes on.”
Wait what? What the hell happening.
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t ask Harper” Slowly , as if he didn’t want to he dropped my hand but his eyes lingered on it. He stood , and I couldn’t help it. I watched him go as he walked over to the two other men loitering at the other end of the bar. Motioning angrily before he even reached them.
I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
Pulling the drink towards me I downed it in one. Teddy had been right. I needed a stiff drink after the morning I had had.
Not only had my abusive ex fiancée found me but somehow I now had a biker taking over my life.
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