His to Save

Chapter 8: New Life

Allison

For once I don't allow my stubbornness to take hold. I give him a slight smile and nod of my head. Pulling fully away from Jackie, I look back at the older man, with the kind blue eyes, long grey beard and hair that's tied into a ponytail behind his head. "I'm sorry, I just..." What do I say exactly? I actually remember something, and you were in that memory, something that hasn't happened in a long time. A happy memory that made me want to grab on to you and hold you close. God he must think I'm psychotic.

He simply smiles at me, "It's alright darlin. I understand completely." He winks one eye at me, as he nods to Grayson behind me. He walks back around the bar top and sits back in his chair. Going back to cleaning the glasses. Acting as though nothing happened. I feel grateful to him for that.

Turning around, I wipe the tears from my eyes. Setting my shoulders back, I hold my head high. Looking at the delicious man standing in front of me. So close, I can see he has a mark right above his right eyebrow. He smiles that warm smile of his, before stepping to the side, holding his hand out he beckons me to walk in front of him.

With my head held high, I walk to him. His hand falls to my back as he guides me through the hallway. "Scared I'll run?" I ask. His laugh close to my ear, sends shock waves of something I have never felt before coursing through my body. I can't put my finger on the feeling, so I do my best to brush it aside and ignore it completely.

"I know you won't." I look at him out of the corner of my eye. He smiles at me, full blown white teeth, and all. I squint my eyes at him, pausing my steps. I turn my body toward him more. "Oh yeah? Why is that?" I fold my arms across my chest staring him down. His hand falls to his chest as he laughs out loud at me. Not holding anything back this time. It pisses me off!

"Simple Alley Cat," He steps into my body. I really want to step back, making more space between the two of us, but I don't. I will not back down from him. He bends his head, so his face is close to mine. So, close I have to hold myself back from bringing my lips to his. "Lilith is already in your room." He purrs an inch away from me.

My heart drops, I had forgotten about my little sister for a moment. He must see the guilt eating away at me, as he pulls back, brining both his hands to my shoulders. "It's okay. You're not a bad sister. You were having an emotional moment. It's perfectly normal to be in your own headspace and let everything else go." He bores his eyes into mine.

I try to step back from him, he doesn't allow it. My shoulders begin to close into my body, my arms going around my middle. I look down at the ground, feeling ashamed. "Hey, Allison look at me." His tone is serious, all playfulness flown out the window. He shakes my body, "Look at me now."

I still cannot bring myself to do as he says. One hand falls below my chin, as he lifts my head up to his eyes. I close mine, not being able to look at him. "Don't hide from me baby." The feel of his lips moving across mine have my eyes popping open. He's right there, in front of me, his face up close to mine our noses are rubbing across each other's. His lips right above mine.

"Don't ever feel you need to hide from me. Never feel ashamed of your emotions. It's okay that you got lost in yourself for a moment. She's safe here. You both are." He looks deep into my eyes, showing me he says what he means. "You two are safe here. Always!" He nods his head at me. His eyes filled with determination. He doesn't pull away from me, nor does he allow me to. Not until he has what he wants.

When the shameful feeling dissipates, he must see it in my eyes, as his hand falls to the side of his body, away from my chin. I nod my head at him once, it's all I'm willing to give him. It must be enough, as he takes a step back from me. He takes a hold of my hand, walking in front of me, pulling me close behind his back.

"This here is the kitchen." He points to an open door in the hall. Looking in I briefly make eye contact with a beautiful woman with long black hair, that reaches her ass. She smiles at me, as she finishes mixing something in the bowl that's in front of her. I continue walking, as he says something about her name, but I'm in my own thoughts, I don't hear what he said about her.

These double doors open to the backyard. He opens one, and steps aside so I can see outside. There's an inground pool, a picnic table, some chairs set around what looks like a fire pit, and a grill off to the side. It looks completely normal. Not something you'd expect from a motorcycle club.

He must be able to see what I'm thinking, as he laughs. The sound causing a small smile to form on my own lips. "I know not what you were expecting huh?" He steps back, taking me with him as he closes the door behind us. He turns around, walking toward the steps. I pause mid stride, looking behind us.

There's still two doors he hasn't shown me yet. When I turn back around, he is standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at me. All playfulness has vanished from his eyes. "Those are rooms you don't have to worry about beautiful." When he calls me that my insides feel all warm. Brushing the feeling aside, I stomp my feet, until I'm standing in front of him. We are eye to eye, well I have to tilt my head up to look at him.

He lifts an eyebrow at me, I can see mirth in his eyes. "You got something you wanna say?" His eyes dare me to start something. Why he would want me to, I'm not sure, but me being who I am, I don't keep my mouth shut.

"Yeah. Quit it with the nicknames. I'm not your Alley Cat. Haven't been for many years now. I also don't appreciate you calling me beautiful, or gorgeous. They are derogatory names. I demand you talk to me with respect. I have a name use it." At the end of my tirade, I notice we have caught the attention of others in the building. I hadn't realized more people have come in, but I can feel their eyes on my back.

I don't pay them any mind though. I refuse to look away first. I will not give him any form of power over me. It'll be a cold day in hell before I ever allow a man to have some sort of control over me again.