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That’s the question that has been plaguing me. He says he wants to help me heal and become the woman I want, but then he keeps things from me. He treats me like I will break.

This morning he never told me what was wrong. Instead, he distracted me with sex. Granted it was fantastic, and I wasn’t complaining but still. Now that the sex fog has faded, I can’t help but worry. Have I missed something? Did William do something again?

He didn’t tell me about the package that arrived at the auto shop until we got back here. The only reason he fessed up is because I overheard one of the guys ask about it. When I asked what he sent, Harrison refused to tell me and told me it wasn’t something that I needed to worry about.

Even then, he distracted me from what I wanted from him. Needed from him.

“All you need to know is that I’ll take care of you with my life,” he reassures me.

I shake my head. “Don’t say that. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

He crouches down and cups my cheeks in his hands. “Don’t worry about me. This will all be over soon and then we can move on, okay?”

“But what if…”

“No, Natalie. He won’t get to you. I promise. Say you trust me,” he demands.

“Okay.” I nod even though I’m not quite sure I believe him. “I trust you.”

“Hey, are you okay?” Tara asks, bringing me into the present.

I shake my head. “I’m good. Are you excited?”

“I am.”

“You got this.”

“Are you sure this looks good?” Tara asks for the fifth time since I came to her room.

I smile at her. “It’s great.”

“I can’t believe I actually got an interview. I swear you are magical.” She studies herself in the mirror once more.

“You are the one who did the work. I just taught you how to package it.”

The other night when Harrison and the guys went on a run together, I got together with the sweetbutts and old ladies. With Daniela gone, it went smoothly, and I really got to know them. Everyone laughed and had a good time. I really think it was the beginning of a new chapter for all of us but only time will tell. After the old ladies went home is when things really took a turn. The sweetbutts started opening up and relaxing. One thing that became painfully obvious though was the fact most of them found their way to the club because they were never taught how to provide for themselves.

“So wait, you’ve never had a job outside of the club?” I ask in disbelief.

“No,” Baby says as others shake their heads.

“So none of you have resumes?” I ask even though I know the answer.

“I wouldn’t even know how to make one of those.” Tara scoffs.

“Okay, that’s it. We’re doing up resumes for all of you that want them.”

“I don’t think I can put ‘spreading my legs for a biker gang’ as qualifications for a job unless it’s for a strip joint or brothel,” Abby sighs.

I point at her. “Just you wait. I’ll make you sound so good they will have no other option but to hire you. Manifest that shit.”

“You make me sound good. What if I mess up the interview?” she asks, pulling me out of the memory.

I shake my head. “No way. You’ll nail it. By the way, I didn’t see you at the party the other night when shit hit the fan.”

She grins, her cheeks turning red. “Wrath claimed my time for the night. Scared me to death, but he didn’t want to fuck. He said he wanted to give me some time away from that scene. Whatever that means.”

I make a mental note to ask Harrison about it.

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