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I grab his hand.
As rocky as we had started.
As much betrayal I saw in his eyes in that warehouse.
All I see now is love and relief.
“I’m so fucking sorry that I listened to what that asshole said. Lucy and Max told me everything. I should have had more faith in you.” Max. My eyes widen when he says his name. I want to ask how he is. Where he is. Twisted watches my expression and I feel like we almost have an unspoken conversation. “He is doing okay. Doc patched him up after he got shot. He’s actually the one who figured out where you were and brought you inside. He ripped his stitches when he was carrying you. Doc told him not to get out of bed for twenty-four hours or he’d let Cutter stitch him up next time.”
Max found me.
I want to see him so bad.
I want to be in his arms. In my safe place.
Then my mind drifts back to Hades and the rest of his club. He told me that he would never let me get away. He’d always come after me until he made sure I was gone. A chill overtakes my body and I feel nauseous at the thought of seeing him again.
“He’s missing. I have everyone out there looking for him. The rest of them are gone. We will find him. I promise you.”
I look up at Twisted.
“They’ll never touch you again.” He squeezes my hand. “Get some rest. If you need help getting out of bed text me, and I’ll be right in.” He holds up a phone. It’s a new one and I know that’s because the Sons had hacked into our old ones.
I give him a smile, wishing I could talk to him.
My eyes are heavy and my body is screaming for rest. He said that Max isn’t allowed out of bed right now, and I’m sure there is no way I could gather the energy to even go see him. I let myself fall asleep, knowing that the nightmare is over and that I finally have a place. A home.
***
There is a body pressed against me and everything inside of me goes on alert. I stiffen. The arms around me get tighter and I panic. My heart is racing and all I can think of is how I thought I was safe.
“It’s me. Calm down,” a familiar voice whispers in my ear.
I open my eyes to see Max lying next to me. I relax and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
“I’m sorry I scared you.” His eyes study me. “Once they told me you woke up I had to come and see you. You scared me, babe.” His hand rubs my cheek and I nestle into his chest. His lips press against my head and I run my hands over his chest, convincing myself that he’s really here, that it’s not just some dream.
I notice that his leather is new, where his other one was worn and smelled of him. I look up at him, hoping that this means what I think it does.
“I got my patch. Once you are feeling up to getting out of this bed, I’m walking you out there and claiming you as mine. We don’t have to hide anymore.”
I smile so hard that my cheeks hurt.
I wonder how Twisted reacted to us being together. Did Max get into trouble?
“Your brother was pissed that I didn’t listen to him. I half expected him to kick my ass out. I have some repercussion coming, but I’ll deal with it. All that matters is that you’re safe and here with me.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to my lips.
I angle my face toward him, but immediately pull back as pain radiates through my neck.
“Shit. I’m sorry, babe. Just relax. We have plenty of time for this. I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again.”
Max holds me against his chest, and I let myself drift off again.
