Page 53 of Love is Blind

It was a message.

If I didn’t cooperate, I’d be dead too.

I close my eyes at the memory. I can still feel Oreo’s blood on my hands. I didn’t realize what it was at first, but when he didn’t move, I laid my head on his soft body and felt around. That’s when I discovered all the blood was a result of his legs being cut off. The poor thing bled out.

“Birdie?” Emmy calls. “Are you okay?”

My eyes spring open and I shake my head.

I’m not okay. Far from it.

Lifting my chin, I bring my attention back to the two men.

“Please take her back,” I whisper.

“Look, I know you don’t know Ghost all that well, but trust me that isn’t an option,” Hawk says. “He won’t take no for an answer and I might be overstepping here, but we need you to take the dog too.”

I pinch my brows together and force a swallow.

“Why?”

“Because Ghost hasn’t cared about anything—”

Hawk’s words are cut off by Ink.

“I’ll tell you what, we’re late for church, so why don’t you and Lucy come back to the clubhouse with us and you can tell Ghost you don’t want the dog yourself.”

I’m not sure I’m ready to face him. I was already struggling to keep myself in check after last night, now he sends me a guide dog. How am I supposed to forget him if every part of me wants more of him?

“If you wait twenty minutes, the other bartender will be here and I can take off with you,” Emmy offers.

I turn back to her.

That might not be a bad idea. It seems as though these bikers have a hard time with people saying no to them. If Ghost insists on me keeping Lucy, I can leave her with him and make a run for it with Emmy.

Sans the dogandthe man.

“I think that’s a good plan.”

“Then it’s settled,” Ink says.

“Should we call Ghost and tell him?” Hawk questions.

“Let’s surprise him.”

Yes, let’s.

~*~

As it turns out,I needed Emmy to drive me to the Satan’s Knights stomping grounds anyway. Ink and Hawk had taken a cage—a cool term bikers use to describe a cargo van, in case you’re an amateur like me and don’t know the lingo. There was room for Lucy in the back of the van, but unless I wanted to roll around on the floor with a dog, it wasn’t ideal for me, so Emmy drove me and somehow we wound up with Lucy in the back seat.

“I can’t believe he got you a guide dog,” Emmy says from the driver’s seat. “Are you two like seeing each other now?”

My head snaps to her.

“What? No? We’re just…friends.”

Although that doesn’t seem correct either. The truth is I don’t know how to classify what Ghost and I are. On one hand, we’re nothing and on the other it feels like we’re on the brink of something big—something I don’t understand and have never experienced either.

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