Page 37 of Her Possessive Biker
“She was jumped on the trail. I got her out, brought her to the Black Crown. They took her again yesterday while I washandling club business. We got her back.” My jaw tightens. “But it was too close.”
“You stayed with her?” His voice is sharp now. “The whole time?”
“I didn’t leave her side. Not once. I promised you I’d protect her, Cal. I meant it.”
Another pause. This one longer. I pace toward the counter, gripping the edge like it’ll keep me steady.
“She’s strong. Brave. She’s been through hell. And she still looks at the world like it might be beautiful if you just give it a chance,” I say.
Caleb exhales. “Yeah. That’s my sister.”
“She’s my woman now,” I say roughly. “I love her.”
That’s when the line goes dead silent.
I wait. Pulse thudding in my ears.
Then—
“Well,” he says slowly, “guess you finally grew a pair and said it out loud. It was clear the moment I handed you her picture.”
I blink.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he goes on. “I’d love to threaten you. Say I’ll break your face if you hurt her. But I don’t think there’s a man alive more likely to burn the world down for her.”
My throat goes tight. “You’re not wrong.”
He’s quiet again, then lets out a long breath. “Good. Because I never had peace about anything until I heard her voice today.”
“She’s here,” I say. “You want to talk to her?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
I crack the bedroom door. She’s sitting up now, wrapped in the sheet, blinking at me like she’s still half in a dream.
“Hey,” I murmur, stepping in. “It’s Caleb.”
Her eyes go wide. “He’s okay?”
I nod. “Wants to talk to you.”
I hand her the phone and watch her grip it tight.
“Cal?” Her voice breaks. “Caleb?”
She curls forward, clutching the phone with both hands. Tears stream down her face before she’s even said two more words.
I sit at the edge of the bed, my hand on her back.
She sniffs. “I thought—I thought you were dead.”
“I’ll never leave you alone on this world. Reaper treating you right?”
“He looks like a sinner and swears like a devil, but he takes better care of me than anyone ever has. You should see him in the kitchen,” she says after a beat, laughing wetly.
I grin.
There’s more silence as they talk. Words I can’t hear. Things they need to say. But then she hands the phone back to me, blinking fast.
