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I also have feelings for Hawk. They would not allow me to hurt a hair on his head regardless of anything else. Him pointing that same gun I was eyeing before at me did nothing to make me change my mind about him.
Now, as he left me alone in his room at the motel, I once again wonder what the point of surviving is anymore. I stare at my cell phone, realizing that I have not one person I can call to help me in any way.
In the same respect, I don’t know why I trust Hawk at all. After all, he did tell me that he purposely gave me false information that he knew I would share with Lala, and in turn, it would get to Bricks.
He set me up to fail, and he succeeded in it. Now, only a couple of months away from turning twenty-two, my life is once again in danger of being over. I’m not sure if I can get away from this like I did from my situation four years ago.
Chills take over my entire body as I remain seated in the chair where Hawk left me three hours ago. He never said where he was going or when he’d be back. His words before exiting the room echo in my head.
“It’s up to you if you want to leave while I’m gone. If you do leave, be prepared to die shortly after. Just because I told them last night that you were not here, it doesn’t mean they believed it. What you do next is your fucking business.”
I drop my face in my hands and resist the urge to cry. It wouldn’t solve anything, and I’d only end up with a major headache.
Standing up from the chair, I walk over to the bed to grab the blanket off it. That’s when I notice a large black hoodie on the floor. I pick it up and bring it to my face, almost weeping when the smell of Hawk hits all my senses at once.
I don’t hesitate when I pull it over my head and once again bury my face in it. I feel exhausted and out of sorts, so I decide to lie down and wait. I don’t see any of his other stuff in here, so the chances of him coming back for me are pretty slim.
Closing my eyes for a second, I try to process everything. I’m thinking that if I just went to the police, it would not do anything. If I learned anything from what happened to me back home is that anyone can be bought.
Since they apparently want me, they are most likely tracking all of my moves, including whether I’d end up in Louisiana. I’m not sure whether contacting my financial advisor is a good idea or not.
Suddenly, another thought crosses my mind, this one the most frightening of them all. What if they are able to hack into my accounts and steal all my money? Or just buy off the guy who takes care of them where he just hands everything over to them. I could end up with nothing. The security that money has been giving me for the last couple of years is all I got.
My eyes snap open when I hear movement at the door. Scared that the two men from last night are now back, I get up from the bed and run to the bathroom, doing what Hawk showed me last night, just lie flat in the tub.
I do just that, not even breathing when I hear the door opening. My eyes stare at the ceiling, taking in every crack in the plaster and the paint that’s peeling off.
Heavy footsteps enter the room right before the door slams hard, rattling the entire building, just about. The person walks around slowly, and in no time at all, he is in the doorway to the bathroom. I slap a hand over my mouth in an effort to stop myself from crying out loud. At this rate, no one will have to kill me because my heart is about to give out on its own.
“Very good, sweetheart.” Hawk’s face pops up above me. “You do have some survival instinct in you. I doubted it a little.”
For some reason, his words offend me.
“You have no idea about me or my instincts,” I spit at him, albeit in a much softer voice than I was planning on.
“Agreed,” he nods.
I sit up from the tub, expecting him to help me out once I do it. He just stares at me with an obnoxious smirk that I want to slap off his face. I step out of the tub and remain in front of him, staring him down like I’m the one who’s a foot taller.
He lifts a hand and I flinch, thinking he is about to smack me instead. But he just ruffles the hair on top of my head and chuckles.
“You’re cute, babe.”
He walks away, leaving me standing by the tub, dumbfounded. This is the first time he’s called me by anything other than sweetheart. I’m not even sure he’s ever called me Ruby, at least not in an endearing way.
I blink a couple of times in an effort to shake off the feeling of belonging, not necessarily in his biker world, but with him, no matter where he’d go.
“Well,” his voice calls out to me. “Since you’re still here, I’m thinking you’re not ready to be on your own.”
He’s not asking me, just telling me, and I’ve never heard truer words in my life.
“With that said, we have a few things to talk about.”
I look at the bags he has sitting on the bed.
“I need to be somewhere by tonight.” There’s apprehension in his voice. “If this gets back to Bricks, I will be dead. And there won’t be anyone protecting you anymore.”
It takes me a minute to understand what he’s telling me. This is not something I should share with Lala. At this point, I wouldn’t even if he begged me.
