I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling. Scribe had a sidecar made especially for Ham, and I hate to admit it but it may be the cutest thing in the world to see that damn bulldog wearing goggles as he rides beside him.
Ham jumps up happily and comes over to me for the okay. I scratch behind his ear, telling him he can go, and then he’s bouncing behind Scribe out of my office.
“Watch your ass,” I shout at the two of them as they exit. Scribe just throws up deuces at me. Then they’re gone.
When I exit my office, I see that Casper and Vincent are gone. I didn’t hear a gun go off, so I’m guessing they worked it out.
I’ve only got one place I want to be, but as I take the stairs to my room, each step is heavier than the last. What am I going to do with her in there?
Standing outside the door, I wait a beat before entering. How do I explain to Izzy that she’s mine?
5
Izzy
“Shit.” I close the laptop quickly and dash over to the bed when I hear sounds out in the hallway. I lie down and close my eyes, trying to calm my breathing.
“Shortcake, back in bed. You need your rest, baby,” I hear Savage say. I recognize his voice, but his tone is completely different to earlier. It’s all soft and sweet. I never would’ve thought his voice could even do soft and sweet.
“I’m fine, Abe. I’m pregnant not a child,” I hear a woman’s voice snip back at him.
“Get in bed and I’ll eat your * until you pass out.” My mouth falls open at his crude words, but it’s strangely hot.
“You’ll do that anyways.” I hear a growl, then a giggle, before a door closes.
I release a breath, realizing that the noise wasn’t Lucias coming back to the room—the room I’m starting to think is his. The sheets smell just like him. I huff at myself for liking the smell a little too much. This man is holding you captive, Izzy. He’s not the sweet man who brings his puppy in every other week. I wait a minute, and when I don’t hear any other sounds, I rush back over to the laptop and open it again.
The locked screen comes up once more, tormenting me. How many times can you guess a password before it locks you out? I wonder if you get locked out for a specific period of time and then you can try again, or if it locks you out permanently. I don’t want anyone to know I was trying to use it. I try his puppy’s name, but no luck. Next I try the name I’d read on the back of their leather jackets. Another bust.
I groan when that doesn’t work. Come on.
I hear another noise and dart to the bed again, closing my eyes, wanting whoever it is to think I’m asleep. I can only imagine what’s going on downstairs. The look on Lucias’s face when he said my brother’s name was filled with pure hate.
I thank God he’s actually in jail because I have a feeling if Lucias gets his hands on him, things will not go well for my brother. He might drive me crazy and I think he needs a good slap in the head, but I don’t want him hurt. He’s my brother. My twin. And I’d told my grandma I’d look after him.
I have to warn him that these people are looking for him. What are the freaking odds that the same man I was crushing after was somehow tangled up with my brother? Maybe the odds were higher than I thought. I have no idea how motorcycle clubs work, but I know Lucias is in one and I know my brother hung with them, too.
The experience I’d had with what my brother had brought to our house showed me I never want to be mixed up with something like that. It’s the reason I kept shooting Lucias down time and time again. Not to mention Lucias is way out of my league and I don’t mean in looks. I mean in life.
I can only picture what goes on in this club if half of what I’ve read in romance novels is true. I don’t ever want to know what’s happened in this very bed I’m lying in. I’m starting to think this is their clubhouse, but if I had to guess what a clubhouse looks like, this wouldn’t be it.
When I hear the door open, I stay extremely still, trying to fake sleep. I hear the door shut, and heavy footsteps move closer to the bed. When I feel fingers rub down my right cheek, it takes everything in me not to open my eyes. The smell of Lucias hits me hard, and I know it’s him. I relax knowing it’s him and not someone else.
I hear a muttered “fuck” and footsteps walking away. Then the laptop opens. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Couldn’t guess the password, I see,” his deep voice rumbles, but it sounds like he’s smiling. I don’t answer, just keep faking my sleep. I’m not sure if he’s onto me or not, but I’m not giving myself up.
I hear more rustling movements, then feel the bed dip on the other side. Lucias pulls me to him a little, wrapping his body around mine.