Page 37 of Her Dirty Biker
“You hungry?” he asks.
“Starving.”
He grins. “Come on, little fox. Let’s raid the kitchen before one of the prospects eats all the good shit.”
I laugh, and for the first time in what feels like forever, it’s real.
Chapter fifteen
Diesel
Her blonde hair spills across my chest, and her breath moves softly against my skin like the only thing tethering me to this world. She’s safe. She’s mine.
She has no idea just how close I came to losing my goddamn mind.
When Guardrail took her, something inside me snapped. Not just anger. Not just fear. It was deeper than that, primal, brutal, soul-shredding panic, like someone reached in and ripped my heart out through my throat.
But I got her back. We got her back.
I don’t sleep. I lie there, one arm wrapped around Willow, watching the slow rhythm of her breathing. Memorizing every inch of her body against mine.
I’m afraid that if I blink, she’ll disappear again.
Careful not to wake her, I slide out of bed and pull on my jeans. I pause, watching her for one more minute. Just one more.
She murmurs something in her sleep and curls deeper into the warm spot I left behind.
God, I love her.
That thought used to terrify me, still kind of does. But this is real. Bone-deep. Unshakable. Now that I’ve admitted it to myself, there’s no going back.
Rock meets me at the back of the garage, sipping coffee like he didn’t just organize a rescue op.
“You good?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not until Guardrail’s dealt with.”
He arches a brow. “You sure you’re not too close to this?”
I let out a humorless laugh. “I’m so far pasttoocloseI can’t even see the fucking line.”
Rock studies me for a long second, then nods once. “We’ve got eyes on the warehouse. Sons are scattered. Guardrail is in the cage and already begging for his mommy.”
“Good. Let him wait.”
I flex my hands, jaw tight. This isn’t just about retaliation. This is about ending the threat—for good. Willow can sleep without flinching at shadows. I can breathe without wondering who’s coming for her next.
Rock claps a hand on my shoulder. “Leaving at one. You sure Willow’s safe where she is?”
“She’s staying here, and Rooster’s looking out for her.”
“You trust him?”
“With her life.”
He nods again, and I turn to leave.
But before I hit the door, he calls out, “Diesel.”
