"Are you sure you'll be okay for the night?" Elliot leans over the back of his white couch to give me a quick kiss after his question, stopping to pat Rocky once on his head where he rests in my arms.I readjust on the couch getting comfortable. "Yes, Rocky will be fine. Just come back safe."The stark white minimalist decor of Elliot's home is in total contrast to the tiny warm cabin we left this morning. We spent one night there, but then Ridge called before the sun rose for the day. Elliot tensed and then perked up at whatever he heard on the phone. Then he spent the rest of the day fielding phone calls and going back to the office to figure out a game plan. Parts of said game plan he hadn't felt the need to share with me.Elliot leans over the back the couch again. "He hasn't left your side today."I snuggle Rocky harder, letting him rest on my chest so he can hear my heart beat. He's made me carry him around since we returned from the cabin. I'm sure he thinks of it as my
Although, not having anyone else to call isn't true any longer. News of my connection to Dom has gone out, to at least select people. My brother will keep me safe.I don't have his number in my phone, and I left the burner he gave me when I first came to Pelican Bay back in my desk drawer. So I type in his number by hand. His is the only phone number I've memorized in the last decade."Harley," he answers."Dom, help me. I'm at Elliot's and somebody's downstairs trying to get in." Rocky growls again as if someone is getting closer, and I hold his mouth closed gently with my hands doing my best to keep him quiet.Dominick swears on the other end. "Hold tight. I'm coming."Once again time creeps by as I wait in the dark huddled in the corner of Elliot's closet. No other noises come from downstairs except the wind as it batters against the house. With my shoulders hunched over to cradle Rocky to my chest, I sit not moving and taking up as little space as possible. If someone sho
"No," I yell getting between the two of them. It isn't the first time I've stepped in between two men throwing punches, but each time I hope it will be the last.Dominick backs off when my hand lands on his chest. "I'll fucking kill you. My sister is the only family I have left. I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. How the fuck dare you ask that question?""Sure looks like something from over here," Elliot says and each of his words are a knife wound. How can he question our connection? I stand on shaky ground, but I thought we agreed over the last few days we were both feeling something more. Had he played me for a fool? Am I the only one who felt something deep in our relationship?Did he lie earlier when he said our relationship wasn't just to learn more information on Dominick?Maybe somewhere along the way I've become a job for him — a damsel in distress he meant to save. Macho good guys like him seem the type. I don't have much experience with the so-called good guys
My feet dangle over the side of the tall bed in the guest room Dominick showed me to after he dropped me off at his home and told me to stay away from the compound. I hadn't taken the time to grab my shoes at Elliot's home, and I wasn't in the habit of keeping a pair at my brother's considering it's my first time at his house.Which is also weird.Life in general has gotten weird.A party rages below in the compound past the safety of my brother's private space. Where the wind whipped at Elliot's windows earlier in the night, it's dead now. My brother lives farther away from the water. The calm in the air allows the voices to seep up through the window as a bonfire rages on in the far corner of the compound.Most nights include a party at the club. It just depends how many people they invite, how much beer they consume, and whether it's indoors or out. Tonight's party is rowdy — although I can't figure out if my brother has thrown it together at the last minute on his way to pi
Okay, I may have been exaggerating in tenth grade. Alex wasn't my soul mate. He was the first boy outside the club I tried to date. As soon as Dominick's dad found out about it, he had the entire motorcycle gang park in the school parking lot and scare him away. As a kid I'd been devastated my soulmate had given me up so quickly, but as an adult I can understand. I'd have run for the hills too.This time is so much worse. I've only been officially dating Elliot for a few days, but it feels like my heart is missing from my chest. There's an enormous gaping hole in the cavity where I should've been still in that new relationship bliss stage. We haven't even made it long enough to fall out of the honeymoon cycle."Well, whatever your problem is, get your shit together. You're an Eckland. We don't take shit sitting.""I'm not an Eckland." My mother and his father never got married officially. We're just family through time and situation. My last name is still very much Howard, and we
Elliot shrugs, taking a seat at the table beside me. "I suppose if he wanted to kill me, he already would have.""No, he'd only severely maim you and then leave you for me to finish."Elliot beams as if he loves the idea. "At least I'd go out smiling."A laugh bubbles out and I can't stop myself. "I'm kidding.""Harley, I'm waist deep in enemy territory. Alone.""I thought you and the brothers were working together?" The men had been in this room together not that many days ago.Elliot shakes his head. "More like not killing each other, yet. As long as there's something mutually for us to gain by it.""You are uneasy here. Aren't you?" His posture is rigid, and he faces the door as if he's waiting for someone to bust through and take him out.The MC brothers look like outsiders. Big burly men with shit attitudes and more leather than cotton on their bodies, but I've been around them my entire life. There is nothing scary in the compound. Men in police uniforms are scari
"Fine. I'll lock you in," he says with a smile. "Then you can never leave.""Wait... no. That's not what I meant." I let the sentence trail off because maybe it is. Who knows? I don't want to question it with Elliot any longer.The thought of leaving him forever is too hard to bear and I pull his face closer, letting his lips find mine as he steals quick kisses, which I give freely away. Things turn fevered in a heartbeat.He grinds against my body, moving me up in the bed, and I wrap my leg around his hip. His pelvis pushes into my core, rubbing against my jeans and hitting the most delicious places."Fuck, I've missed you."As if he's a gale force wind hitting me at once, passion and tension blooms in my chest. I pull on his shirt to bring him closer, wanting bare skin against my fingers. Yes, I'm still angry and hurt, but now I'm only thinking of ways he can pay me back.I grab onto the fabric at his sides and twist, raking my nails against skin even as it's protected by
My gaze and thoughts flip to the back door, but I'm too far away to reach it before he could shoot me.The man is younger than Pete and not the person I saw put a bullet in someone earlier this month, but he's old enough to be my father. His skin is leathered and wrinkled as if he's spent a lifetime in the sun. His jeans are loose and a leather jacket lacking any MC cut is wrapped around his body. Not a Bloodhound.I stand next to the kitchen island breathing heavily while trying to come up with an escape plan as the two of us stare at one another unmoving.He speaks first. "Now, Harley, is this any way to greet the old man who named you?"His words scatter in my brain, startling me into paying attention, all my plans of escape lost. "Excuse me? My father named me."It was one of the few stories I had of the man who shared such a brief relationship with my mother. "He wanted to pay homage to the best...""Damn motorcycle company the US has ever seen," he finishes my sentenc