He closed his eyes. “Yeah, I need to do that. The boys are smart fuckers. They’ll see the security detail after a while.”
“You need to call them tomorrow, tell them what’s going on. They need to know,” I urged once again.
He smiled down at me sadly, and my heart started to hurt.
“They’ll just hate me more,” he said.
I looked into his eyes, and pulled him down by my hand wrapped around his neck.
“But they won’t be dead, and from what you just told me, you can’t really do much more harm,” I whispered. “And besides you’ll have me.”
“Do I?” He asked, rolling me over to my back.
I blinked. “Do you what?”
“Have you?”
I nodded. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
He smiled sadly.
“Only because I wouldn’t let you go,” he countered.
I kissed his lips softly. “Well, I’m not yelling or screaming. That’s gotta count for something.”
“You could just be buying time. Waiting until I fall asleep to make your exit,” he said.
My hands went down to his cock that was laying against my belly, and even flaccid, it was a force to be reckoned with.
It grew in my hands as I slowly stroked him up and down.
“Yeah,” I said. “But I like you too much to leave. Just know that if you ever get into a circumstance where you have to do anything similar to that to me, I’ll tear down heaven and earth to have you at my side. I won’t tolerate cheating under any circumstance, even if it’s supposedly to protect me. Understand?”
He smiled, a brilliant one that made my heart throb in my chest.
“Yeah, I gotcha.”
“Good.”
“Good,” he whispered against my lips.
Then he was sliding those three fingers back inside of me, and I forgot to ask him the lingering questions about my mother and their relationship that were still floating around my head.
Guess I’d ask him tomorrow.
Chapter 13
Bikers don’t go gray. They turn chrome.
- Biker Patch
Silas
“Thanks, man. I appreciate it,” I said to the warden of the Huntsville Penitentiary. I wanted to get some information over the phone before I made arrangements to visit the prison.
“You’re welcome. I’ll get her in here in about ten minutes,” Warden Walker said. “She’s got to come over from the women’s side, which works well because this is where we hold the parole hearings. You worked a miracle getting her out of there when you did. She’s going to be ecstatic.”
Warden Walker and I went way back.
He’d been the Warden for the Huntsville State Penitentiary since he was a young man of thirty years old. And now at age sixty, I knew him about as well as I knew most men.
He was my informant on the comings and goings of a few men I’d locked up during my time with the CIA.
“Hello?” A timid woman’s voice answered a few moments later.
“Ruthann Comalsky?” I asked, confirming I had the right person.
She hesitated.
“My name’s Silas Mackenzie. I’m seeing Sawyer Berry,” I said, hoping it would get the intended effect.
“You’re kidding me,” she breathed. “Is she okay?”
I smiled at the true compassion and worry in Ruthann’s voice.
The genuine longing to know how her friend was doing.
I’d looked into Ruthann, too.
I knew she was also inside for something stupid that didn’t warrant hard time.
It was good that she and Sawyer had been paired together.
Both of them were truly decent people, and it was a good thing to have someone you could trust at your back in there.
Ruthann had been shafted just like Sawyer had, and I was seeing to it that she got out now.
Sawyer could use the shoulder to lean on in her life.
“She’s good, very good,” I said. “But she’s been having dreams…ones that concern me. And I want to know some names.”
I could tell I’d surprised her.
“Are you a cop?” She asked softly.
“Yeah, kind of,” I answered evasively.
She didn’t need to know what exactly I was. She only needed to know that I was getting her out, and that I wanted the names of the men that had made Sawyer suffer for eight years.
I, of course, could guess.
But it would be easier for Ruthann to tell me.
“Does she know what you’re doing?” She asked softly.
I smiled.
“No.”
“Good.”
My smile grew wider.
“Names?”
“Donner, Bryant, Holloway and Jones. Those were the four that were her main torturers,” she whispered.
“Thanks, darlin,’” I said. “I’ll see you soon.”
“What?”
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I hung up and started out of my office, heading towards the main room of the clubhouse.
I wasn’t surprised to find a few of my men “Come for a ride with me, I need some help…and a witness,” I ordered the two men at my side.
Kettle and Torren looked up, surprised.
I’d just entered the clubhouse, and I was fucking pissed.
And surprisingly not about Shovel, but about two other people.
“Where are we going?” They asked as they followed me outside without a question.
“Huntsville, Texas,” I answered.
“What?” Kettle asked.