Rage shrugged. He would have said no a month ago, but now his half-siblings were on his mind more and more. Talking about them just then cemented his idea of trying to find them.
He grinned when he heard her stomach growl. “I guess that’s my cue to feed my woman.”
“I am hungry,” she said.
“Let’s get dressed. I think dinner is done, but we can make sandwiches or something.”
“I can warm something up, too,” she said.
They dressed and started out when Rage stopped her at the door for one more kiss. When he raised his head, he stared down at her for a minute.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He grinned when a blush covered her face. Damn, she was the sweetest thing.
“Let’s go eat.”
He’d make sure this would be one of many meals they’d have together.
Chapter Twelve
Harley laughed at something Chelsea was saying. All these women were the best friends she ever had, and she enjoyed spending time with them daily. A few of them were always up to mischief and would get caught and punished, but they always came back with satisfied smiles on their faces.
It had been two weeks since Rage had gotten home, and she moved into his room. He said they would never sleep without each other again after the first night. Since she agreed wholeheartedly, she didn’t argue.
“Yo, Traeger, the delivery truck is here,” someone yelled.
Harley and Lindsey wiped their hands.
“We’ll go down and help,” Lindsey said.
The truck’s back door was just opened, and the men started carrying boxes out and setting them in the store in front of the register. One of the girls who ran the store would put them in the aisle they needed to be. That’s where she and Lindsay would start unpacking. They’d done it so many times it ran like a well-oiled machine.
Harley stood up, slid off her thin sweatshirt, and tied it around her waist. Most of the men were gone, and the others were helping with the heavy boxes. She and Lindsey already had a stack of empty boxes.
“I’ll bring these outside for the guys to take care of.”
Lindsey smiled and opened another box.
Harley struggled with the flattened boxes and added them to the stack around the corner behind the store.
“It’s about fucking time I got my hands on you,” the voice she prayed she’d never hear again said close behind her.
She turned and saw a vision from her nightmares. “Eric. What are you doing here? You know they’ll kill you.”
“Not if I can get us out of here without them knowing. There are so many people around it’s easy for a little slut to get lost.”
Harley backed away but stopped suddenly when Eric showed her the gun in his other hand.
“You come with me, and I’ll let everyone live. If you don’t, I’m going to start shooting.”
God, the thought of these guys getting hurt because of her made her sick.
“I’ll go with you.”
Eric grabbed her arm in a bruising grip and started pushing her toward the front of the truck. Harley pulled the sweatshirt, let it drop, and then dragged her foot along the ground.
Eric opened the door and lifted her in. “Get the fuck down between the seats, cunt.”