Page 14 of Chaos
“Thank you for being so kind. It has all just been a lot to deal with. I mean my dad sold me,” Her voice hitches at the end, as her emotions get the better of her.
Unable to stop myself from touching her, I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest. Running my hand over her head, I hold her tight as she cries. The sound of her gut-wrenching sobs hits me right in the chest. I’d do anything to make this right for her.
“She okay,” Riot says as he sits on the chair next to her and rubs his hand up and down her back.
Clearly, I’m not the only one who Olivia has managed to get under her spell. I notice Mayhem and Psycho have moved closer to check she’s okay. Twister appears with a bottle of water and some tissues.
Jesus, it’s like the whole club is looking out for her.
A feeling of pride fills me at how my brothers instantly have my back and hers too, as they’ve noticed I have feelings for her.
“You okay sweetheart?” I ask her.
“Yeah, I’m so sorry for crying on you,” she says as she pulls back and gets herself together, and looking embarrassed at the brothers around us seeing her like this.
“Now there is no need to be shy. If you need to cry then let it all out.” Riot says with a smirk on his face and a wink.
Jesus, if he did like women the rest of us would be fucked.
Women love him and he puts them at ease. It helps that he’s a big old flirt too, can’t help himself.
“Sorry to break this up, but we need to head off shortly. Everything is packed except Olivia’s bag,” Tracker says as he comes to join us with Dolla, both giving Olivia reassuring, friendly smiles.
“You want to get freshened up, and then we can go?” I ask her.
She nods and starts to collect her bag. Riot gives me a chin lift to let me know he’ll take her. I watch him link arms with her and lead her to the bathrooms. I use the word bathrooms but that’s being generous, these are Portaloos and nothing special. Just basic plastic toilets but some are bigger with large sinks in them and space to get cleaned up. Hopefully this early into the rally, they should still be clean enough. I set about making sure everything is packed as it should be and nothing is left behind. I check in with Tracker about the plan for the trip home.
“Is Olivia riding with you or in the van?” Tracker asks.
“Not sure to be honest, I’ll ask her which she would feel more comfortable doing.”
“Okay, my plan is to go straight home. Maybe only one-stop if we need to but otherwise, we need to get home where we are most secure. From what Riot and Psycho said about the meeting, we need to keep an eye on Dyno. Man is Crazy.”
“You’re not wrong. Dyno is losing the plot. Even as VP you don’t go against your Prez, not like he did. Screaming about Olivia being his Ol’ lady, she isn't shit to him.”
“She going to be something to you?” He asks with a smirk.
“Cheeky fucker, we will see,” I say as she comes back, laughing with Riot.
I can’t help myself from watching her as she throws her head back and laughs at something he says to her. Her laugh and smile light up her entire face, no one can help smiling when she gives you that smile of hers. I notice Psycho watching and even that miserable, brooding arsehole, has a slight smile watching Olivia and Riot. I want to know what Riot has said that is so funny. Part of me wants her smiles just for myself.
Jealous bastard already and she’s not even mine, yet.
“Are we all ready to go?” I ask as they get closer to me.
“Yes, all ready,” she says as I reach and take the bag from her hand.
Our fingers brush against each other and I feel a spark shoot through me. We stay just as we are, the bag between us, our fingers touching on the handle, just staring at each other. Clearly, she felt the same spark that I did, this woman is messing with my feelings without even trying. It’s as if she has no clue the effect, she is having not only on me but my brothers too. They all seem to have taken to her quickly.
“Erm, do you want to ride in the van or on my bike?” I ask, clearing my throat as I recover.
“I don’t want to put anyone out. I can ride in the van if it is easier,” her voice is small like she is unsure of herself.
“Do you like riding?” I ask, praying she says yes.
The thought of her wrapped around me as we ride down the motorway, wind around us. Just the feeling of her arms around me and her legs resting along mine, I need to know what that feels like. I want her to put her trust in me to keep her safe, not just from Dyno but on my bike too.
“I love to ride. Dad used to take me out when I was younger and I’ve been a few times with some of the brothers.”
