"I'll wait."
Those were the last words he spoke to her and he damn right meant them.
Runner fell for the wild beauty that was dragged in by the Riders from the first moment he laid her eyes on her. She was an enemy of the club and he shouldn't but...
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Magdalene
"Magda?" I hear Vik behind me.
But I don't look at him. I just stare at the empty hallway where Runner went. I could open that imbecilic mouth of mine and utter a single "thank you". Coward. It wouldn't be that hard. The man kept an eye on me every day back when I stayed here and made sure none of the revengeful, drunk Riders entered my room to show me exactly how they felt I was the reason Daniel and Lysa got shot. I could at least show him some fucking gratitude. Or not. It might prove the hardest thing I've ever done.
"Lysandra?" I focus on the reason I am back.
The reason I am back...
"She is at the escort."
I shake my head lightly to clear off the image of a dark man with deep, soft brown eyes and focus on what Vik is saying. I can't. I look again at the corridor. God, he even looks like Jesus with that curly hair and the angular face. If Jesus was a tall, ripped man with tons of tatts. Which I doubt. But I do get the sudden urge to drop down and worship his utter perfection.
I keep my eyes on the corridor for a few more minutes, just hoping that he might prove strong, and decisive and determined as all the other times he came to me to be met by my bizarre, erratic behavior. But nothing. Even a man like him has his limits. He has been clear and open with me, telling me how he felt, practically begging me to stay, to let him in. All I said was a lame "I can't" and I turned my back on him.
I come back after months of absolute silence and he finds it in him to come boldly to me once more, no shame, no hard feelings and he welcomes me with that soft voice. And what did I do? I developed a fixation on the wooden floor all of the sudden. He either thinks that I am a bitch or an invalid. A man like him wouldn't waste his time on either.
"Where is the escort?" I ask Vik and he gives me directions.
Before I go out, I throw one last glance back. Too late. I should have done that on that day, the day I walked away with him pleading me to stay.
***
I reach the escort and kill the bike. I am lost in my thoughts and my hazy thoughts of seeing Runner again but I am not that far gone not to notice a black, unmarked van at the side of the building. What the fuck? I frown. I glance around. I recognize that ridiculous car Ava drives, Iris's bad-ass Eleanor, Lysandra's truck and a Rider bike. I look at the van again and then I see three men come out.
Men coming out of a van near an escort is no big deal. But when they do with balaclavas over their heads and guns, that's not good. Fuck! Half my mind is decided to get on the bike and leave. This is not my shit, nothing that concerns me. What I do instead? I run to the door and hit the bell urgently.
A young man with chocolate skin opens with a gun in hand. He throws one lazy look on me and then he fists his gun. He remembers who I am and to some, I am still the woman that got Lysa and her father in trouble and shot.
