Letting Her Lead (Ghost Riders MC Book 3) (5 page)

H
er hands drop
, and I instantly want them back on me, but I stand there for a second, letting what she said sink in. Did she just say what I think she did?

“You shared a womb? Like a brother and sister?”

Izzy slowly nods and looks up at me with big soft eyes. “Twins.”

She lifts up the corner of her mouth like I must be dumb for not getting that right away. But the thought never crossed my mind. I thought I heard she was his, but I never stopped to think if it was true. At the thought, I feel the tightness around my heart release and I relax. It’s been there, clenching me since the moment I heard she was his. I knew I’d never let anything stand in the way of her being mine, but suddenly there’s not even a glimmer of a barrier in our way, and I’m filled with relief and need.

Releasing a breath, I lean my body into her a little and rest my forehead against hers. Goddamn. I’ve never wanted someone like this before.

“Izzy—” I whisper, but my words are cut off by Scribe beating on the door again.

“Pres. We need to roll.”

Pulling back from her, I take her chin in my hands and give her a stern look. “We’re not done here.”

“Lucias, just please don’t hurt him.”

Fuck me, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t give her. All she has to do is ask and it’s hers. Even though he deserves to be under the ground for what he’s done to our club, she means more to me than that. She means more to me than the club.

That realization hits hard, but I don’t have time to think about it.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in five,” I say through the door, and I hear Scribe walk away. Looking down at Izzy again, I wish I could pick her up and take her to bed, but there’s no time.

“Please.” She reaches up, putting both hands on my naked chest.

I grab her wrists, not pulling them away, but holding them closer to me.

“You’re mine. When I get back, we’re gonna set some things straight. But I own you.”

I look into her eyes for confirmation, and I see her nod her head. I pull her hands away from my chest and kiss each of her palms, feeling her pulse at her wrists. I know if I lean in and kiss her lips, I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ll need more. Just this small taste will have to do until I can get back to her.

I go over to the dresser and grab some jeans and a black T-shirt. I put them on quickly as I watch Izzy go back to the bed and sit down on it. I want to get back in there with her so bad, I have to look away. Seeing her there, exactly where I want her, is driving me insane with need.

When I’ve got my boots on, I go to the door but don’t turn around to look at her. If I do, I’ll be done. I’m holding onto the last bit of strength I have left to keep from going to her.

“Don’t leave this room. I’ll be back soon.” With that I walk out the door and shut it, locking it behind me.

Before I walk downstairs, I press my hand to the door, wishing I could feel her one last time. I’ve never been gone for anyone like this before. It’s as if she woke me up, and now I don’t ever want to sleep again.

Making my way downstairs, I see Scribe leaning against the pool table with Ham at his feet. Ham sees me coming and waddles over so I can scratch behind his ear. Once I’ve done it, he goes into my office and climbs on the couch, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs wide. He’s going to sleep like that for the next twenty-two hours, I just know it.

I look to Scribe and wait as he gives me the information on Pinch.

“We found out he’s staying in a cabin out by the caves on the east side of town.” He hands me a paper with pics of Pinch and where he’s at. “I tracked him down thanks to one of his dealers. Guess he’s holing up in that cabin, using until he can’t anymore. Didn’t take a lot to get the dealer to talk. Said Pinch owed him, too. Sounds to me he’s got blowback coming from a lot of places. It’s just a matter of time before he ends up six feet under.”

“Okay,” is all I say as I put the paper in my pocket.

“We ready?” Scribe asks, and I shake my head.

“You’re staying here with Izzy. I need to make sure she’s protected while I’m gone. I’m gonna take Savage.”

“Ready when you are.”

Savage’s words come from behind me, and I almost want to laugh. How that giant motherfucker sneaks up on anyone, I’ll never know.

“You good with staying, Scribe?” I ask, wanting to make sure we’re all on the same page.

“Yeah, no worries. I’ve got some raiding to catch up on.” He pulls out his phone and starts to tap on it intently as he heads towards my office.

“Do you know what that means?” I ask Savage. I never get what Scribe is talking about.

“No. I’ve got my Shortcake. I don’t have time for anything else.”

“I need things to go different tonight than how we talked about,” I say, putting on my gun and cut.

Savage looks at me as if to ask if it has anything to do with Izzy. I just silently nod my head, and he nods back in understanding. Our silent conversations always say what we can’t out loud.

“I got your back,” Savage says as he straps up and walks out.

As he heads out the back and I follow behind him, I’m thinking of Izzy. I’m not even out of the building and I’m ready to be back here and with her. I need this part to be over. I’m ready to make her mine in every way.

I
stand there staring
at the locked door, praying Lucias is good for his word. That he’ll find my brother and keep him safe. I glance over at the laptop and debate trying to use it again as I now know the password, but I come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be helpful. Lucias is my only hope at this point, and he didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt me, even after I shot one of his own people. More like he wanted to bang my brains out.

My face warms at the reminder of what I did to him this morning. The mark I’d left on his neck almost like a brand. I reach out to the door handle and try to turn it but the deadbolt is secured. He needed a key to lock and unlock it. I don’t have plans to leave, but I do want out of this room. I wonder if Casper is here, or if she’s left for home. It looked like this place had multiple bedrooms when Lucias carried me up to his room last night. I’d like to check on her. The guilt from shooting her is sitting in the pit of my stomach.

I might have had reason, but hurting people just isn’t me. I’ve spent a big chunk of my life learning to heal, and this is something that will sit with me for a while. I make my way over to the dresser and dig through the contents. I find a pair of boxers and pull them on. I have to roll the top a million times just so they won’t fall off me. I’ve rolled them so much they don’t really help with hiding my legs like I wanted.

I dig into another drawer and find a shirt. I slide it on. Marines is written across the chest, and it hits almost to my knees, covering a lot more than my shirt did. Was Lucias a Marine? I really don’t know much about this man. When he came into the clinic, I avoided him because of the things he made me feel. He also scared me a little after the run-in I’d had with a few motorcycle guys my brother brought home.

Part of me wants to chastise myself for grouping him in with the men I’d seen with my brother, but I also need to remember Lucias had plans to hurt my brother. That he’d sent someone to break into my home, and now I’m locked in his bedroom and he keeps referring to me as his property. I want to smack him every time he says it, and I’m not sure if it’s because I like it, which makes me mad, or that I’m just mad at him for saying it.

I start searching through all his drawers looking for something to pick the lock with. I come up empty. The only things he seems to have in here are clothes, a few handguns, and his laptop. I’m oddly happy that all I find in his night stand is a handgun and not a half empty box of condoms. In fact, I don’t find any at all. Either he was telling the truth about not bringing women here, or he just doesn’t use protection.

Pushing my jealous thoughts aside, I go back to the task at hand. Opening the top drawer on his desk, I do a fist pump when I find a stack of paper tacked together with a paper clip. I straighten the clip out, go to the lock, and start picking. This is one useful skill my brother taught me.

It takes me a few tries but the lock finally turns. I open the door and see a small pregnant blonde women standing in the adjacent doorway, the same one I’d seen her poke her head out of last night. I freeze, not sure what to do.

“You’re not going to make a run for it, are you?” she asks as she rubs her baby belly.

“No?” It comes out more like a question, but I honestly don’t plan on running.

She eyes me. “I can’t go chasing you. I could hurt myself, and that would upset my husband.”

“Which one do you belong to?” I don’t know why I ask. Like it matters which one. The wrath of any of them wouldn’t be good.

“The handsome one.” She says it all dreamily, as if I’ll know which one is the handsome one. They’re all nice on the freaking eyes except for—

“You know. The one who grunts a lot and can’t be missed,” she finishes, as if reading my mind. Then it clicks together. I’d heard them talking in the hallway last night. Her husband is Savage. Definitely the last person’s wrath I’d want to suffer.

She’s so freaking tiny. I can’t even picture the two of them together, but it’s clear he put a baby inside her.

“I just wanted to check on Casper,” I tell her, hoping she’ll let me be on my way.

“I heard you shot her! Man, I bet she was mad.” She half smiles like it’s funny.

“Ah, yeah. I didn’t mean to. I…“ I stumble over my words, unsure what to make of this whole backwards conversation. “Do you know where I can find her?”

“Probably in her room. Chained to her bed with Vincent’s face between her legs if the moaning I’ve been hearing for the last hour is any indication.” She points to a door down the hallway.

“She really shouldn’t be doing that.”

The blonde starts giggling. “Nothing in this whole world can keep Vincent off Casper. He’d burn this place to the ground if someone tried.”

I just give a wan smile. How else am I supposed to respond to that? Men around here are clearly obsessed with their women. It’s oddly sweet and not something I would have expected from a motorcycle club, but a lot of what I’ve been seeing since I got here hasn’t exactly been expected.

“If you see her or this Vincent guy come up for air, will you let her know I’d like to check on her? Make sure no infection is setting in or anything,” I ask as I start to make my way down the hallway before the little blonde tells me to get back into my room.

“Yeah.” Just as I’m about to pass her, she reaches out and grabs my arm. “He’s a good guy. He won’t hurt you. They’re all bark and no bite when it comes to the women they care about.”

I just nod. Maybe she’s forgotten I’m being held hostage. I haven’t been hurt, but still.

“Vincent works for the FBI. Don’t go trying to escape. He’ll make sure no one believes a word that comes out of your mouth if you try to run to the police,” she says, dropping her hand from around my arm.

“Dirty cop.” I throw back at her, not liking her threat. I get it, but I still don’t like it.

“Vincent would do anything for Casper, and Casper loves this club. That means protecting it. If you call taking care of something you love ‘dirty’ then I guess we all are.” With that, she turns and shuts the door, leaving me alone in the hallway.