Sara
They pulled up at the empty warehouse on the back of Danny's bike. He killed the engine and they both hopped off the back and down into the dusty parking lot.
“Now, tell me again why this is a good idea?” she asked as she patted the road dust off her outfit.
“Because, it'll keep you out of sight, for starters,” he said as they walked over to the side entrance. “We don't want a reenactment of what happened when you went missing the first time around.”
“So? Just leave me at Penny's, then,” she said as he pulled out a ring of keys and began to unlock the door. “Wouldn't that just be safer?”
“Well, the second part is,” he said, trying one key after another on the lock, “we're going to bring Adam here when we finally get him.” He paused and looked up at her. “And, I want you to have the chance to make your own peace with him.”
“My own peace, huh?” she asked, hands on her hips. “You mean, beat him up or something?”
“If that's what you want,” Danny replied as he tried another key. “He hurt you as much as he hurt me. More, I'd say. The fucker deserves whatever he gets, in my opinion.”
“I dunno,” she said, as Danny found the right key and turned the lock, “he hit you with a baseball bat.”
“Yeah, but Thorn and Karl were there,” he said as he pulled the door open for them, “so I got left on the apartment floor instead of tied to a tree all night.”
“True,” Sara said, her memory flashing back for a moment to that long night she'd spent tied up. A phantom pain of rope burns around her wrists seemed to flutter back and take up her mental space. She shook her head. “But, I don't think I'd even know what to do.”
Danny led her into the dusty old warehouse and flipped the bright neon lights on overhead. They flickered to life in stages, illuminating the dilapidated contents. The air smelled stale and had an undeniable hint of grease and motor oil. He didn't say anything as they marched deeper into the building, past shelf after shelf of old, rusting mechanical parts.
“I do want to see everything happen, though,” Sara admitted, as much to herself as to him. “To really make sure it does, if that makes sense. I just don't think I can be the one to do it.”
“That's alright,” Danny said. “I mean, it ain't in everyone to do this kind of thing. That's part of the reason you got me.”
Sara smirked at his swaggering back. “So, it's for real, then?”
He stopped and glanced back over his shoulder. “What's for real? What do you mean?”
“That I've got you?”
He smiled a little knowing smile as he turned to face her. He didn't say anything, though.
“I saw the way you looked at Thorn when he called me your ol' lady,” Sara said, advancing on him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She looked up into those deep, ice-blue eyes of his, hoping this was going where she thought it was. If not, she was going to look like one giant fool. “You didn't correct him, either.”
He put his arms around her, completing the embrace. “Well,” he said before glancing away, that smile still playing on his lips, “I didn't want to start anything in front of the guys, you know, especially not with the president. Whole club was there, and all.”
She grinned up at him. Her heart was racing, despite the smile on her face, and she thought she could feel his beating triple time. “Quit messing with me, Danny Reynolds.”
“Messing with you?” he asked, returning her grin. “How am I messing with you?”
“Leading me on,” she said, then ventured further, “dancing around what we both know.”
“What's that? What do we both know?”
“That you care about me more than you say,” she nearly whispered. “That you care about this child of ours.”
He touched her cheek again, just like he had back at the clubhouse. His smile faded away, and his face grew serious.
She couldn't tell if that was a good sign, or not. Her heart beat even faster with her nervousness.
“You know,” he began, “when I approached you about having my baby, I never thought we'd be here. Not like this. Not ever.”
“Go on.”
He touched her hair. “I wasn't looking for a relationship,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft and introspective. “Neither of us were, I don't think. But, I didn't imagine I'd ever feel this way about someone. I didn't know this is what love was like, you know? I worry about you, want to look after you, want to protect you from everything.”
“Love?” she whispered.
He nodded. “But, there's the club, too. You know how it is, babe. If you're with me, you gotta accept them the same as you accept me.”
She nodded, understanding what he meant. “They've had my back more than my own family, that's for sure.”
“So you get it, then?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” she said. “So, love, huh?” she repeated, smiling a little this time.
“Yeah,” he whispered back, his lips moving closer to hers. “I love you, Sara Taylor.”
“I love you, too, Danny Reynolds.”
He didn't kiss her, she didn't kiss him. It was a perfect, serendipity; two lips met like they were made for each other, made for that moment.
No open mouths, no biting. None of it. Just a long, soft, welcoming. A kiss where they melted, forgot about their worries and the dark deeds that needed to be done. The warehouse disappeared around them, fading into the background, as they focused on their singular togetherness.
To Sara, the moment felt like it lasted ages, even if the kiss had only lasted a few seconds. They broke apart, panting for breath. But, now, as she looked up into his eyes, she realized she had what she'd been looking for when she accepted her end of the agreement: a purpose, a reason to wake up in the morning. And, she knew he'd found his, too.
Danny held her tight, like he'd never willingly let go again. “I have to get going, now. The guys are probably waiting for me already.”
She nodded, even if she felt like it was too soon to release him from her arms, glancing away. She didn't want him to go, but he needed to. This had to be finished, and only he could do it.
He touched her chin and drew her face up to his. “I love you,” he said again, almost as if he was testing how the words felt in his mouth.
She bit her lip and smiled. “I love you, too. Now, get going before the guys think you chickened out on them.”
“Think they'd believe that?” he asked, giving her a little smile.
“Doubtful,” she said. “Now, go.”
He let go of her. With obvious reluctance, he headed off through the warehouse, his receding footfalls echoing hollowly with each step.
Sara watched him go, drifting through the neon twilight of the unused building, motes of dust swirling like sand devils in the desert as he passed through. She sighed, hoping he'd be back soon. She was ready for all of this to be over, for all of these awful events to be just another bad memory.
He went outside and started his bike, the engine rumbling and shaking the outer walls like a mini-tremor. The waiting game had officially begun. Now, all she had to do was find a place to sit.
She turned and headed deeper into the warehouse. On the eastern side she found a small, unlocked office and went inside. She turned on the light to reveal an ancient computer with a big, boxy monitor, and a decrepit rolling chair stuck beneath an old desk. She pulled out the chair and coughed as she began to pat the cushion free of dust.
She really wished she'd brought a book, or something. But, unfortunately, waiting around for her stalker -abductor to be brought into an abandoned warehouse hadn't exactly been on the day's agenda.
So, she took a seat. The rolling office chair protested loudly as she crossed her legs, and began the time-honored waiting game.
A while passed. Sara had been daydreaming about her baby, but was stirred awake by a noise from somewhere in the warehouse.
Her breath caught in her throat. She pulled her phone out and checked the time. Only an hour or so had gone by. But, no calls or messages from Danny, or any of the other guys. She put her phone away and gripped the seat with both hands.
Danny hadn't mentioned anyone coming by to stay with her.
She didn't like this. Not one bit. She eased herself up from the chair, producing another creaking moan from the piece of office furniture. She hissed a curse as she crept over to the open office door.
“Sara?” a woman's voice called from near the front entrance of the warehouse. “You here, girl?”
She recognized that voice! It was Danny's mom.
“Back here, Cathey,” Sara called back as she started to make her way to the sound of her voice.
Finally, the two women met in the middle. Cathey looked better than she had the last time that Sara had seen her. It was like the presence of her youngest son at home had rejuvenated her. Her hair was pulled back in a long, gray ponytail, and her eyes were bright and alert. Feisty even. This woman meant business.
Sara smiled cautiously when she saw her. “What are you doing here? Danny didn't mention you coming.”
Cathey laughed as she picked her way around a pile of junk and came closer. “Think I tell my boys everything I'm doing? Danny didn't pick up his stubbornness from just his old man.”
“But how'd you find me?”
She waved a hand dismissively. “An old woman has her ways. Men in the club still respect me, and know I've got grit left. I go a ways back with the old timers, and they know I'd want to see this bastard pay for what he did to my Jed.”
“Thorn told you, huh?”
She smiled. “Well, I didn't say that, if Danny asks. My boy'd be just as pissed if he found out.”
Sara kicked at an old beer can. “I'm just surprised to see you here, that's all.”
Cathey laughed. “Think I wouldn't see this through to the end? It may be a crazy, shitty plan, but I want to see this fucker that's been terrorizing my boys. He's got a lot of payback coming for what he's done to my family.” She licked her lips and looked away. “And that includes what he did to you.”
“Me?” Sara asked, surprised. She'd thought the old matriarch couldn't stand her, didn't think she was good enough for Danny. That was always the impression she'd gotten, at least.
“Look, hon,” Cathey said as she came over to her, “I know I'm a mean old bitch sometimes. Or I seem like one, at least. But, I've been at this for a long-ass time and old habits die hard. I've just seen Danny hurt so many damn times over the years, and I couldn't stand to see it happen again.”
Not sure how to respond, Sara just nodded.
Cathey reached down and took Sara's hand. “Boy's been hurt by his own flesh and blood, if not by women. The way Jed cut him off, cut us all off, it really hurt the boy deep. So, if I was keeping you at arm's length, I apologize. I just didn't want to see him clam up again, like he did when Jed left and his pops passed. You've done wonders for that boy, though. Even over the last couple weeks.”
Sara realized she was tearing up a little bit. She'd never had this kind of talk from her own mother, and she'd definitely never expected anything like it to come from Danny's.
“I could just tell from one look,” Cathey said as she looked into Sara's eyes, “that you weren't from our world. So, I was worried you'd just pick up and run away when you saw what life with the club was really like.”
“But,” Sara said, wiping away the beginning of a tear, “I didn't.”
Cathey shook her head. “No. You didn't. First, you helped us find Jed. Then, even after what happened to you, you came back to my boy. And, even with everything going on, I know you make my son happy.”
“Cathey,” Sara said, pausing to lick her lips, “I just . . . I just wanted to say thank you. My mother, she was around when I was growing up, but, well, she was shit.”
“Oh, don't say that about your mom, hon”
“No, no,” Sara said, smiling despite the feelings welling up inside her, “she was shit. Drug addict, ran off when my father went to jail. I did my homework at the kitchen table in her dealer's house when I was in school. I just wanted to say that, well, thank you. Like I said earlier. Just this talk means you're a better mom to me than she ever was.”
“Well, hon,” Cathey said as she pulled Sara, surprised and overwhelmed, into a close bear hug. “I've got lots of experience being a mom. Even bikers need one every now and then. Buncha' whiny titty babies when it comes down to it, sometimes.”
Sara wrapped her arms around Cathey and returned the warm embrace. A feeling of contentment swelled up inside her. Everything was going to be okay. She was pregnant, she was in love with Danny, he was in love with her, and even his mom approved of their relationship.
Everything was going to be just fine, from here on out.