by Bella Jewel
Maverick’s jaw tics, and his eyes grow a little dangerous.
“Now I look back, I don’t know why I didn’t just expose him. I guess I was so afraid. It’s a horrible feeling, being that scared of what someone could do to you. The worst part was, I knew he could do it, he could hurt not only me but everyone I loved, and he’d do it without hesitation. It’s why I never showed Susan the bruises on my stomach and body, beneath my clothes, where he so carefully put them. He broke a bone once and forced me to spin a story that I fell when we were out together. I did. I wish I had showed her, but as I said, I was so, so bone-chillingly terrified of that man.”
“What happened to him then? Why isn’t he around any longer?”
“He snapped one night, finally. He lost it at me, throwing me across the bus …” I swallow, trying to forget that horrible night, but I can’t, I never will.
“What the fuck did you say to her?” he roars, closing in on me.
I take a shaky step back toward the window at the back of the bus. I have nowhere to go, nowhere to run to. He’s angry. The scary part about that is I’ve never seen him angry. He always has it together. And I’ve seen what he can do to me when he’s calm. The image of what he could do angry has my blood running cold.
“I haven’t said anything to anyone,” I croak. “I swear.”
“Liar!” he roars. “Susan came to me and asked me if everything was okay. She said she’d ‘noticed’ my change in attitude and me going out late every night. She said you had mentioned something. What the fuck did you say?”
I did say something to Susan. Many times in the last week. I was trying to get help. Trying to get someone to believe me. To get this monster away from me. I very carefully mentioned that sometimes he has a temper that scares me, and I feel like he’s dangerous and maybe I need to leave him. Susan told me I was being silly, that he had been nothing but kind to me. I tried a few more times. But it was clear she didn’t believe me. So, I let it go.
But she mentioned it to him. I didn’t think of that when I told her. I didn’t think she might say something. I figured she thought I was insane and had forgotten about it.
“I-I-I didn’t say anything to her,” I stammer.
“Liar!” he bellows. “You’re the worst fucking liar under the sun. You’re ruining everything. I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut. I told you what I’d do if you didn’t. This has put me in jeopardy. Everything I’ve worked for is at risk because you opened your mouth.”
“I didn’t say anything, I didn’t—”
His fist comes flying at me so fast I have no time to even attempt to dodge it. I soar backward, hitting the glass on the window at the end of my bus. Pain radiates through my cheek, traveling into my skull, and blood flows from my lip, dripping down my chin as I land with a thump on the ground. A pained cry leaves my throat as I try to get up, to scurry away.
“You little slut,” he bellows. “Do you know what you’ve done? I’m going to have to do something about this. About her. I can’t have anyone suspicious of me.”
“No, please,” I cry out, spitting blood and trying not to choke on the parts of it running down my throat. “I didn’t tell her anything about that. I just said that maybe we needed a break because I didn’t like how you were treating me, that was it. I swear I never said anything else.”
“Treating you!” he roars, then throws his head back and laugh. “Scum gets treated like scum.”
He drives a booted foot into my ribs, and I hear, literally hear one snap. I scream in agony as a pain unlike anything I’ve ever felt rips through my body. Darkness threatens to take over, causing my vision to blur. A hand curls into my hair and I’m wrenched up off the floor. Another fist to my face. Then another. I’m screaming so loudly, but nothing, I swear I can’t hear it.
Everything in my world goes black after the final punch.
Tears run down my cheeks as I finish telling Maverick what happened that night. The night he suspected I’d been telling people about what he was doing. It’s the only time I ever really saw him lose his control. And he took that out on me. Maverick reaches over, grabbing the base of my chair and pulling it forward until I’m right in front of him. He cups my face in both his big hands and tilts my head back so I’m looking at him. I hiccup and he swipes a tear away with his thumb.
“He hurt you.”
I nod. “So bad.”
“I promise you, he’ll fuckin’ pay for that. But first, I need to know what happened after that.”
I swallow down my tears, because I want to finish the story. I want to tell someone who actually believes me. I am so tired of being scared. I need to get this off my chest.
“Susan said she heard the screaming. She’s a smart woman, she called security. They came in, two massive men, guns blaring, but he was already gone. He, too, wasn’t stupid. He knew someone would hear. He hightailed it out of there as soon as I passed out. They must have missed him by seconds. Though, I’m glad Susan didn’t come in when she first heard it. He would have killed her. Without a doubt in the world. She felt really guilt after that, because she didn’t believe me when I told her what he was like.”
Maverick’s jaw tightens, and he grinds out, “So she fuckin’ should. Someone tells you somethin’ like that, you listen. Don’t give a fuck if you think they’re makin’ it up, or lyin’, or whatever, you believe them.”
I swallow. “Yeah …”
“Didn’t believe you again tonight, did she?”
I shake my head.
His jaw gets even tighter. “What happened in there?”
“I saw him, in the crowd. God, the look he gave me. It was a threat. A warning. Only I’m not sure why. I haven’t seen or heard from him for a year. Why now?”
“What did your security and management do about it?”
“They checked all the cameras, things like that. No sign of him. After he first disappeared, after the night he nearly killed me, I used to think I would see him when he wasn’t really there. A form of panic, I suppose. They think that is happening again.”
“Saw the look on your face. What you saw was real.”
Not even a doubt. Not even a question. He believes me without hesitation. My heart swells and tears burn fresh under my eyelids. For the first time, I have spoken and someone has just believed me, just like that, no questions asked.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “For believing me.”
He reaches over, cupping my jaw, squeezing my chin just slightly. “Everyone should have someone that believes in them, no matter what. Now, you’re goin’ to tell me more about this man.”
I nod and he lets me go. I tuck my legs beneath me and start talking.
“His name is Treyton Wilder, or Trey.”
Maverick nods. “What kind of business do you think he was involved in.”
I purse my lips. “Drugs, definitely. I never knew the depth, though. All I know, and I hate to admit it, is that he’s incredibly smart. One of the smartest men I’ve ever encountered in my life. If he was running something like that, he’d do it well, that much I know. And that’s a scary thought. I don’t know what he’s dealing in now, I don’t know who, I only figured that much out from the encounters I had with him. That’s the only thing I know.”
“You have no idea what drugs he was dealin’, or where?”
I shake my head. “Sorry, no. I don’t even have names. Just his.”
Maverick nods. “Do you think you’re in danger?”
I shrug. “I’m not really sure. But for him to pop up, after this long, it is a little odd. I won’t lie.”
“How good is your security?” Maverick asks, looking around. “Clearly not very fuckin’ good because you’re sittin’ on an open deck without anyone watchin’. Someone could walk right in here and take you.”
That thought has my eyes darting around. He’s right. Anyone could come in here, or worse, they could hit me without even getting close with the right shot. I rub my arms and shift closer to Mav
erick.
“Goin’ to start keepin’ watch on you. Will talk to my club, see if I can get an extra set of eyes on board. I’ll start trackin’ down this little Trey fucker, and I’ll deal with him the way he should have been dealt with from the start.”
His words have me shivering. Maverick outweighs Trey by a long shot, and he’s far scarier, but Trey is smart, Trey is a coward and wouldn’t hesitate in killing in cold blood. Both options are terrifying, both options are almost an equal match. But Maverick has his club. And he’s smart, too. I no longer care what happens to Trey, my heart simply does not stretch that far after what he did to me. I’m more worried about Maverick getting tangled up in my mess.
“Don’t bring your club into it, Maverick. It isn’t your mess to clean up, it’s mine. You shouldn’t put yourself or others in harm’s way for me.”
He grins at me, and it’s a little terrifying. Especially considering the way his eyes light up. “Darlin’, this is what we fuckin’ do.”
Oh, boy.
“It’s too late now for me to even try and stop. I want to help you, and no fucker is goin’ to stand in my way. You’re in danger, I don’t know how, but you are. That man wants something from you, and he’ll have to get over my dead fuckin’ body to find it. I’ll keep you safe. You just keep doin’ what you’re doin’. I’ll make sure to watch out for you and make sure he doesn’t get close enough.”
“So, you’re just going to be like extra security?”
He nods. “Yeah, that.”
That would be nice.
“Okay, Maverick.”
He reaches over, running a rough thumb over my cheek. “Okay, darlin’.”
-9-
MAVERICK
“Mal,” I say as soon as I am back to my bike later that evening, nearly the early hours of the morning.
Scarlett finally went inside after exhausting herself. She told me about her new song, her music, and the new girl on her team. I got her talking to get her mind off it. She wouldn’t sleep otherwise. Finally, she started getting drowsy, so I said goodbye and gave her my phone number in case she needed anything. Then I got out of there, calling Mal before I even hit the pavement.
“What’s goin’ on bro?” he asks, sleepily. “What you doin’ up so late?”
“Got a problem with Scarlett.”
“The girl you’ve been followin’ around?”
“Yeah. Well. She’s Scarlett Belle.”
He goes quiet, then mutters, “Tell me you’re fuckin’ jokin’ me right now? The singer? The biggest name in country-fuckin’-music?”
I hum a response.
“What the fuck!” he barks. “Are you out of your mind? Does she even know you’re followin’ her? Fuck. You could get locked up!”
“Calm down,” I mutter. “She knows. We hang out.”
He goes silent again. “Pardon fuckin’ me?”
“Not the point. The point is that she’s in trouble. Some big drug dealer.”
“Still haven’t got my head wrapped around your choice of company, but, carry on.”
“Ex-boyfriend. The way she talks about him. Big dealer. He showed up at her concert tonight. She’s terrified. He wants her for somethin’. Not sure what. Wonderin’ if you have an extra set of eyes I can borrow. Her security is shit.”
Silence again. “Drug dealer?”
“Eyes, Mal …”
“I can give you eyes, but Mav, drug dealer …”
“What about it?” I mutter.
“You say he’s big time.”
“She says he’s smart, cunning, and big time, as far as she knows.”
He makes a throaty sound. “And everyone knows Scarlett Belle’s hometown is where?”
“Denver,” I mutter. “Your point?”
“We’re havin’ a fuck load of trouble with a smart as fuck, cunning drug dealer right about now.”
“Not related.”
“You sure of that?”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Dammit.
“Not sure of anything, just that he’s showed up.”
He exhales. “Shows up when suddenly a biker is followin’ her around the countryside and he knows bikers are trackin’ him down …”
Fuck me. I didn’t think of that. Is this fucker the man we’ve been looking for, and if so, does he think Scarlett has called on us for some sort of protection, or worse, spilled to us and that’s why we’re after him? If that’s the case, she’s in far more danger than I first thought.
“Might not be him,” I say, but something is tugging deep in my chest, making me more than uneasy.
“Maybe not, but it’s all a pretty big coincidence.”
“And that might be all it is,” I snap.
“Calm down. We’ll get eyes on your girl, but you gotta look into this, you know you do. For all you know, she’s part of it.”
“She ain’t part of it,” I growl, my voice low, and deadly.
“Take your heart away from this, use your head, brother. Be careful. Get information. Keep your eyes open. What’s this fucker’s name? I’ll get everyone on my end onto it, too. Could be a good step in the right direction.”
“Treyton Wilder.”
“Right, got it. I’ll look into it, keep in touch, and send some guys your way. You keep your eyes and your ears open, and Mav, be fuckin’ careful. You don’t know this girl. She might have a sweet ass and a voice that would make any man’s dick hard, but she’s also famous, and you know fuck-all about her. Be careful. All I ask.”
I clench my fists at his words, but I agree, because deep down, I know he’s right. I don’t know everything about Scarlett, and I don’t know if she told me the whole truth, or if her involvement did indeed go deeper. Until I do know the story, I’ll be careful. But I won’t let her get hurt. That much I am sure about.
“Got it,” I mutter through clenched teeth.
“I’ll keep in touch.”
He hangs up and I exhale, shoving my phone into my pocket and reaching up, rubbing my temples. I need a fucking drink.
And then I’m going to fucking pray that the one girl that has come along since … since … her, isn’t going to let me down.
Let her be as pure as she looks.
Fucking please.
~*~*~*~
SCARLETT
I don’t sleep well.
That’s for certain.
When I wake in the morning, my whole body hurts, everything inside me aches and there is that deep fear that I had finally started living without. What the hell is Trey doing coming back into my life? I know, because my instinct screams at me, that I’m in danger. That feeling, it’s an empty bottomless pit. A feeling that’s all-consuming, that captures your every move. It brings on panic, and fear, and the inability to function.
I’ve been there.
I don’t want to be there again.
I think about Maverick and how utterly incredible he was last night. He was there for me, he listened, he didn’t argue or talk over me. He just sat back, those intense green eyes holding mine, those big arms crossed over his chest, and he listened. When he’d put his hands on me because I was freaking out, he would bring a calm over my body that made me feel safe, safer than I’ve ever felt. And when he hugged me last night, when he put his arms around me and let me cry into him …
Something changed inside me.
I felt something shift. Something begin to grow. And now I’m afraid. I’m afraid because I can’t allow anything to grow. I’m a singer, a famous one at that, and he’s a biker. Our worlds simply could never mix. He has a home, and a family, and a club. I have the road, and music, and … me. That thought brings pain to my heart, a pain that lodges deep and has my shoulders slumping.
How can I spend time with Maverick and not allow these feelings to grow? I’m not stupid, I’m not a naïve girl that thinks I can just ignore the feelings and keep him at arm’s length. I know I can’t do that. I know the depth of how I feel. I’m the kind of girl that fa
lls in love with a smile or the simple sound of laughter. I have a free heart, and I have a soft heart. It opens easily, and it loves fondly.
I already know if I spend time with Maverick my heart is going to latch on with both hands and curl around him, not letting go.
And I also know that won’t end well. In fact, it’ll end in tears. For me. Not for him. He’s the kind of man that can have anyone he wants. I know this.
Which means I have to limit the amount of alone time I spend with him. I won’t be impolite, I want his security and I want his friendship. But I can’t allow those fingers to curl around my jaw, for those rugged lips to graze my forehead, for those big arms to wrap around me and hold me tight. I can’t have that. Because I will never let him go.
No alone time. I can do that.
I have his phone number now, that’ll make things a whole lot easier.
Remembering I have his phone number, I throw myself out of bed and rush over, picking up my phone and then stopping myself. This isn’t holding myself back. I’m like a teenager getting a text from her crush. I close my eyes, gather myself, and then glance down at the screen. Disappointment floods my chest when I see no message. What did I expect anyway? That he’d message? Of course not. He’s probably asleep. He was up late too.
Still, I can’t stop that nagging sinking feeling in my chest.
I definitely need to avoid alone time.
A knock sounds at my door and I walk over, opening it to see Susan standing outside, a cup of tea in her hands, giving me that look that I used to hate so damned much. It’s a look of pity. Like she feels sorry for me. Like she thinks I’m going to lose it at any moment and get put in a padded cell. I hate that she still doesn’t fully believe in me, and it makes me wonder why. Does Susan have a reason for being so … uptight and withdrawn? So unsure if a person is ever telling her the truth?
