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  Hours later, Jeb was in an ambulance trying to scream about the pain, but the broken rib Ellie had dealt him left him in tears with each breath, an honest detective arrested his co-worker who had snorted too much coke and passed out around the time the police arrived, the maid confirmed everything that had happened to Ellie and explained how she helped her get in touch with Fiona, and with the flash drives, I didn’t have to say a word. I gave the drives to Ellie and let her decide what she wanted to do with them, but without a second thought, she handed them over and gave her statement.

  When they carted Jeb off, I nodded to Flex who had returned as nothing more than a nosy bystander and he called Medic, who went to go see Dagger, Ty, and Karma in prison to let them know Jeb was coming. They would handle it from there.

  Ellie’s hands would be clean of the whole situation, and I would only murder him if he ever found freedom or harassed her again.

  Not everything had gone to plan, but it still worked out.

  “I hear you like me.” I smiled at Ellie as they kept her wrapped in a blanket. She blushed and looked away.

  “What were you doing here?” she questioned as she stared at the blood on her shoes.

  “Trying to get you your freedom for Valentine’s Day,” I confessed as her head lifted and I could see the tears welling up. “I know it’s not the time, nor it is the place…”

  “For?”

  “This is the most unromantic scene, but I don’t want to wait… I know how you feel about me because I love you. I’ve loved you for what feels like forever, back when I was Freddy and you were Laney.”

  The realization of who we used to be, hit her head-on. The memories must have flooded back because she blinked rapidly and the blush that was just on her cheeks returned once more.

  “You were my best friend all those years ago, and when you came back to me it happened all over again. You became my best friend once more, and soon, when you’re ready, you’ll be my Ol’ Lady and I will make you mine.”

  “I’m not too damaged?” she inquired as I stepped closer to her and placed my finger under her chin, lifting her lips toward mine before I kissed her. I gave her what we both had needed for months. She gave me back the hope that I could be more than I was, and I gave her back her freedom and showed her how to let people in again.

  Chapter Seven

  Ellie

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded an answer from Fiona as to why she didn’t tell me that Chains, my Chains, used to be my Freddy. Once he told me I could see the resemblance, but he had gone from a thick glasses-wearing, skinny nerd, to a muscular tattooed biker, and I loved both versions of him equally.

  “It was more fun not to.” Fi shrugged as she walked toward her front door and opened the closet. “Now, your Valentine would like you to be ready by six.” She stated as she pulled out the dress I had given to her when I couldn’t go to the spring formal.

  It was a simple red dress with a poofy skirt and spaghetti straps. I had made it myself after Chains had described some dress in a horror show that he had said would look amazing on me.

  I put it on and got ready. Fi and some of the other biker wives came and did my hair and makeup. They gave me a girlish version of biker boots to wear instead of heels.

  “I’m scared,” I admitted to the ladies, who surrounded me and assured me I was safe with him. I knew he would never hurt me, not on purpose, but my nerves had jumbled in my stomach, anyway. I shouldn’t be so nervous. I had known him for over a decade. I slept beside him nearly every night, but things were different now. I was different.

  “He’s here,” Fi announced as all the women flocked to her living room and peeked through the windows like the kids had done my first day here. They snickered and made remarks about the limo outside and the man wearing a button-down dress shirt under his cut holding a corsage.

  “You got this,” Fi reassured me as I started pacing. The closer he got to the door, the worse my anxiety got. When Fi let him in, I could see him looking at me, watching me pace. I was confident he could see the irrational fear that was layered on my skin. He didn’t say a word, he merely walked into my pathway so that I went right into his arms.

  “I’ve got you, pretty girl,” he whispered as the ladies awed and talked about how that made them miss their men. “We don’t have to do this,” he reassured me, but I wanted to. I needed to get past the fractures in my soul and move forward.

  “I’ll go,” the words barely made a sound as I said them. Fi handed him my corsage, and he opened the plastic as I continued to hold on to him. He patiently waited until I was ready, and then when I pulled my arm back, he slid it on my wrist.

  “This is because I never got to give you one before.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips that made my heart flutter.

  “Can we take your bike there?” I hesitantly asked, wanting to have him in his natural element.

  “It’s going to rain,” he mumbled. “How about we take the bike there, and if it starts to rain, we can take the limo back?”

  “Okay,” I agreed, and we walked out the door. The limo driver let us into the back where champagne was waiting, and to my surprise, Chains took my hand in his. It was such a little thing. It would mean nothing to others, but it had me in tears.

  “It’s okay,” he softly spoke he pulled me to him, and I leaned my head on his shoulder. It was a short ride to get his bike and soon the wind would be in my hair, feeling the freedom I should have always felt.

  We got to his house and climbed on the bike. The helmet messed up the curls that the other ladies had put in my hair, and the chill in the air made me wonder if I should grab a jacket, but once my body was against his on the back of his bike, I didn’t care.

  We arrived at our old high school, where all the lights were out, and the limo had to park on the side of the road outside the locked gates. When he finally turned off the bike, I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “We are about to break in, aren’t we?” I questioned, causing him to smirk. “I always did like you when you broke the rules.”

  I finally understood the girly biker boots with the dress, it was in case we needed to run. Everything became clear, right up until he knelt down, cupped his hand, and expected to lift me into a window that was too high to reach.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “I have it all set up in there, I just need you to go in through the window and open the side door.”

  “Fine,” I scoffed. I acted annoyed when I was actually thrilled. This was like a date that would start a crime spree. After so many years of not being able to do anything that wasn’t robotic or auto-piloted, I was elated to be doing something real, new, and exciting.

  I got the window up and slid inside, tearing the seam in the waistline of my dress in the process, but I made it inside in one piece and went through the chemistry lab to the hallway doors and opened them to my gentleman who had been waiting.

  He took my hand and let me walk beside him as we headed toward the gym. It was unreal how much I missed walking beside someone. You get beaten down so much you don’t even realize it could be better until you find the better and it is shown to you.

  When we opened the gym doors, the entire room was filled with red and white balloons. The floor was covered in pink rose petals. There was a simple radio sitting on the stage playing some oldies music, and there was a table where two silver lidded plates were waiting for us.

  I smiled for him as I try to find a way to share what I was feeling with him. He acted as though he knew exactly what I needed to say and responded by wrapping an arm around my side and placing a kiss on the top of my head.

  We walked together to the table and he pulled my chair out. I sat down as he poured wine into a waiting glass.

  “This is…” I had no words.

  “You deserve so much more than this, but I wanted to start with something simple,” he responded as he sat in his chair across from me.

  “This is not what I would call simple,�
� I laughed as I took a sip of my chilled liquid. He reached over and took the lid off the plate, showing off a small cheesecake inside that said, Be Mine.

  “Of course,” I shouted as if he had actually asked me a question.

  After sharing the cheesecake, we danced. We danced to fast songs, slow songs, and even held each other and swayed when the station cut out and it was just static.

  I didn’t realize how badly I had needed this, the feeling of being cherished. It’s almost fulfilling I felt knowing that he wanted me. Not to control, but to enjoy. Relief filled me knowing that I would no longer have to walk around on eggshells because he would never hurt me, and he would give me anything I needed.

  When the night ended, I helped him clean up. He said he would he come back later, but he had done so much for me that I wanted to give him this.

  “You know, we haven’t talked about us a lot,” he said as I popped some balloons and giggled about it.

  “What do you want to talk about?”

  “You know how I feel, I’ve heard how you feel, but you’ve never told me. You don’t tell me where your lines are, so I am careful not to cross them.”

  It was in the silence that followed his words that I heard the patter of rain outside. It was a sign; I knew how to tell him how I felt. I dropped my trash bag and took him by the hand as we walked out to his bike that was soaked.

  “Get on?” I stated, but it also came as a question. He complied, and I sat in front of him, on the gas tank facing him. He scooted back to give me room as the rain started to fall harder. I kissed him hard. My arms wrapped around his neck, legs hanging over his, I gave him my everything in the scariest environment I could imagine.

  “Ellie,” he gasped as he pulled away just to push his tongue back into my mouth again. “We don’t have to…” he said, giving me an out.

  Instead of taking it like a sane person would have, I laid back on his bike, holding onto his handlebars as I stared up at the sky and absorbed the terrifying tears that fell from the clouds, knowing he was between my legs and nothing could hurt me.

  “I want to. I love you.”

  His finger went to the torn seam in my dress and then he leaned over, his lips placing a kiss where my flesh was showing. I looked at him and held my breath.

  “Trust me.” The two words left his lips, easing something inside of me. He lifted my legs, putting one over each shoulder as I gripped the metal tighter. Raising my skirt until I couldn’t see him anymore, I felt his finger move my panties to the side. His tongue warmed my flesh as his mouth sucked on my clit, causing me to cry out.

  This was wrong, being in the rain out in public, letting him do the most delicious things to me while he held my hips in the air and devoured me as if I was something tasty. As my legs tightened around his head and I white knuckled his handlebars, I gasped with the feeling that I no longer lived under a dictator and if I wanted to, I could scream out Chains’ name, and I did when he allowed his tongue to penetrate me.

  I began to wiggle in his hands, feeling that stirring in my stomach and the tightening of my thighs. Even though I knew it was coming, the orgasm had me crying out so loud I was sure I would wake the dead as he continued his onslaught to get every last wave of ecstasy out of me I pleaded for Chains to never stop what he was doing.

  He lowered my hips, letting my legs drift off his shoulders as he lightly fingered me and kept me wanting more.

  “Are you still scared of the rain?” he asked.

  I breathlessly shook my head. “I always want to be this wet,” I stated without thinking how he might take that.

  “I plan to keep you this wet for as long as my tongue wags,” he said, making me laugh.

  I let go of the handlebars and sat up as he pulled his fingers out of me and pulled me in for a hug.

  The phone rang, and he pulled it from his pocket. Someone did a lot of talking from the other end before Chains hung up, no words were spoken on this side.

  “You got it.” He smiled. “You are now divorced. You now have ownership over everything that was his. There is a permanent restraining order if he gets to make parole in fifteen years. He took the plea deal after getting some advice from some of my brothers in the club.”

  Chains gave me the best Valentine’s gift a girl could ever have, he gave me my freedom. If it wasn’t for him, I would be in prison or dead.

  “Come on,” I grabbed his hand and threw my leg over the bike.

  “Where are we going?”

  “To the bleachers,” I answered.

  He scoffed as the rain began to let up. “Why?”

  I winked at him. “I’ve always wanted to go under the bleachers with a man.”

  “What are we gonna do?” He winked back at me.

  “I thought I would blow you and then you can bend me over and make me forget everything but you.”

  “This is the start of a very beautiful friendship,” he said with a laugh as we ran towards the football field.

  “No, this is the start of freedom, fucking, and love.”

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