Preacher was nodding in disgust, because he’d obviously heard the rumors. “So what about sending Eli to Havoc?”
“Protection in return for what?”
“Sometimes Havoc doesn’t want anything in return for protection.”
“It’d be the last place my father would think to look for him. But what kind of life’s that? He’ll be surrounded by an MC. And he says he wants out. If that’s what he wants, I’m behind him,” Cage said.
Preacher looked pained. “He could go to your sister, but it’s risky.”
“We cover up the tattoo.”
“Anyone who looks at his back will know what it’s covering. Especially in a kid so young,” Preacher said.
“So we dismantle Heathens completely. I don’t see any other option,” Cage said fiercely.
Preacher laughed, but there was no humor behind it. “Sure, let’s take the easy way out.” He ran his hand over his shaved scalp. “Christ, Cage . . .”
Rocco and Eli came back then. “Eli’s got some information for us.”
Everyone turned to Eli, who said, “Dad’s got help now. This guy just came in a couple of days ago and offered to smooth the way into a new territory.”
“Great, so they’ve got a guardian angel,” Preacher muttered.
“More like twenty-five percent of their new-territory profits in return for a smooth run.”
“Only person who can promise shit like that is the law.”
“He’s not a cop,” Eli said with certainty. “But he’s not a civilian.”
“Fed,” Tals muttered.
“Which means he could be investigating or on the take,” Rocco pointed out. Either one wasn’t good.
“You didn’t get a license plate, did you?” Because Cage was certain the guy gave a fake name.
Eli smiled and the resemblance between them hit Cage right in the solar plexus. “I memorized it.”
He wrote it down and Tals went to run it.
Cage steered Eli to a private corner, sat him down. “I don’t care if you don’t have information—you know that, right? Even if you came here with nothing but yourself, it would’ve been fine.”
“Sorry about the patch.”
“I was going to come get you,” Cage told Eli. “Preacher and I were going to bring you back here, with me. For good. Whether you wanted that or not. I shouldn’t have left you there alone.”
“I’m not your responsibility,” Eli said, as if he was repeating a line someone told him over and over.
“Damn straight, you are. You’re also still just a kid. You want out, you’re out. But you’re also dealing with my rules, and I don’t think you’ve had that before, so you’d better get used to it.”
Did those words seriously just come out of his mouth? Even Eli looked surprised, but not unhappy. He grumbled, “Great, so I’m here and I’ll still have no decision-making power,” but there was no hiding the expression of relief he wore.
“You’re fifteen. Keep doing what you’re doing—keep making good decisions and you’ll be fine.” He squeezed Eli’s shoulder. “You’re here. You’re only as safe as the decisions you make.”
“Yeah, I hear you.” He stared at Cage. “Are you going to be able to do this? Go to war again against Dad and Troy?”
“Are you?”
“Hell, yes,” he whispered.
“Then so am I.”
Chapter 28
There were several Vipers guarding the apartment while Cage was at the clubhouse with Preacher. After the previous night, going back there was less of an option, but I was restless.
I heard another Harley approach and I glanced down to see Bear, who was carrying bags of food for the guys.
In a very short period of time, I’d come to anticipate—enjoy—relish—the loud distinctive roar of a Harley and I could differentiate between a single bike and two or even three at this point.
I knew Cage’s bike too. I could pick out its sound above the others. I didn’t tell him that, but it was something I loved knowing.
Was I fooling myself, thinking that Cage and Eli and I could be a family, within the MC’s family?
I took the key to Cage’s private space—he’d shown me where I could find it—and I let myself down the private elevator into his world. Except it felt like our world, our place of secrets. There were times I’d just sit here, watching him for hours, neither of us talking.
I stood inside the garage work space so I could feel close to him. It was locked down, but I should’ve told someone where I was headed. But I couldn’t stay in the bedroom, not when I was on the verge of another panic attack. I needed space, and lots of it. In the middle of Cage’s workshop, I found it.
I ran my hands over an unfinished metal bumper, the coolness of it under my palms enough to soothe me. Ground me, until I swore I could feel Cage’s energy flow from the bike to me.
I’d made it through the hard part tonight. And while that was the truth, how many harder parts did I have to endure?
Was it worth it?
“Cage is,” I whispered, wanting to fold up on the table with his custom parts and sleep. But I was too cold, too wired, too scared to death of my dreams.
Finally, I did drag a blanket around me and curled up on the old couch. I must’ve fallen asleep, despite my reservations, but when I woke, Cage was in the room with me.
Blinking sleepily, I watched him. Bent over the bumper, he was painting the details with a small brush, concentrating so hard he’d sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. He’d tied his hair back with a bandanna and the hard rock music blared into his headphones, so loud the sound escaped. I’d been in here before when he played it out loud, when the music made the whole place seem to shake.
The motorcycle’s base was a deep blue. The streaks of silver and black were scattered and I could only imagine how they’d look as the bike zoomed by.
He looked over at me. Smiled. Took the headphones off, lowered the volume and unplugged them so music filtered through the entire space.
“What was it like, before this war?” I asked.
He didn’t seem surprised by my question, but he put the brush down and came to sit next to me. I shifted to make room, sat up and folded into his arms as he told me, “It’s always been dangerous. That’s the draw. But the Heathens aren’t patrolling Skulls twenty-four/seven.”
“But now that you’re back . . .”
“It’s going to get worse before it gets better.” He sighed. “We could leave, you know? Me, you, Eli. Go live by Tenn. Go anyplace.”
“What would happen to the town without Vipers?”
“Beyond going to hell with the drugs? Shit, I don’t think many people realize how much real estate we bought when times were bad here. The mayor does. The police do too, which is probably why we don’t get harassed more. But we don’t put people out of business or party in their neighborhoods. And I’d hate to relocate and give up my home. But I would.” He looked at me. “Do you think he’s going to be okay?”
“With you in his corner? Yes.” That made Cage smile, and I liked making him smile. “I wouldn’t mind being fifteen again and having a do-over.”
“It’s the first time you’ve talked about that without fear in your eyes.”
“Maybe because I just realized I’m getting my do-over right here, right now. You took what was all fucked up and you turned it around so I could heal.” All those years, trying to fuck away the memory. It had never worked, because it hadn’t been with the right person.
Cage made me feel powerful.
Correction: Cage just made me feel.
I stood, walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. He buried his face in my neck for a moment, murmured, “So fucking soft, Calla.” He licked along my collarbone. Sucked, hard enough to leave a mark. I shuddered, on the brink of orgasm. It would take a single touch from him—the tweak of a nipple, a finger rubbed on my clit, even another hard suck, would slam me over that edge.