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be with me.
“I haven’t slept with a woman in this bed for many months now,” he admits. “And the bedding has been changed multiple times since then.”
I smile. I love how he’s trying his best to make me feel comfortable.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” he asks.
My first instinct is to lie. But nothing ever gets resolved by lying.
“I’ll understand if you’ve changed your mind about what you said before,” I say quietly. “I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Why would you even think that? I thought you agreed to give us a chance.”
“I did,” I admit, trying my best to hold back my tears. “But I’ve been violated in the worst way possible. Why would anybody want to be with me after what happened?”
Sammy lays me down and pulls me against his body.
“I’m never letting you go, again,” he says against the top of my head. “I’m right here, baby, and I’m not going anywhere. I love you and I don’t care if we spend the rest of our lives falling asleep just like this.”
I snuggle my head further against his chest.
“I love you, too, Sammy,” I say, rubbing the smooth skin of his naked chest. “I’m just so scared that I won’t be enough when I am ready.”
“You’re more than enough,” he says.
I smile and lean my head back.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever willingly had sex with,” I admit, ignoring the burning on my face and the fear in my heart. “I had no idea what I was doing then, and I have no idea what I’m doing now.”
Sammy pushes my head back against his chest. He’s trying to hide his emotions, but I saw both the anger and the desire in his eyes.
I’m just as conflicted. I’m scared over what happened and worried something’s wrong with me because I do feel desire for Sammy when it feels like I shouldn’t right now.
“As for your legs,” he says, interrupting my thoughts. “I’ve done my research and when the time is right and you feel ready, we are going to have one hell of a night.”
I feel the burn in my face.
“Just one night?” I tease.
“Every night,” he says. “Now sleep, baby. I need to be up soon.”
I cuddle in closer, close my eyes and fall asleep.
Chapter Sixteen
Rachel
I wake to light shining through the small window on the other side of the room. Sammy isn’t in bed and I’m left alone with my thoughts.
Even though I don’t want it to, my mind takes me back to yesterday. To my attack. I think of things that I should have done but was too scared at the time. Then I make plans in case I’m ever attacked again.
I feel like I should feel scared or helpless, but the only emotion running through my mind is anger. How dare they break into my home. How dare they rape me.
As strange as it sounds, I didn’t have any nightmares. I fell asleep last night knowing, without a single doubt, that Sammy and the guys will find those three. Antonio, Frankie, and Roman.
I push yesterday to the back of my head, sit up, and look around the room. It isn’t much. A small room with gray walls, one window, a white dresser, and this bed. But it’s comfortable.
I smile when I see my chair beside the bed. I reach out and adjust it so that I can slide over.
The simple gesture of making sure my only form of mobility was right next to me makes my heart swell with love. I always feared that my legs would be the reason I stayed single for the rest of my life.
Maybe Sammy was telling the truth after all and it truly doesn’t bother him.
Once I’m in my chair I make my way out of the room. The hallway is long, going in both directions, and I can see multiple doors leading to what I assume are other bedrooms.
It’s like a motel but homier.
I make my way down the hall and stop at the top of the stairs.
Now, I’m a pro in this chair, but I’m not that good.
“Hello,” I shout. “Crippled woman stuck at the top of the stairs.”
I wait a few seconds to see if anyone responds. When no one does, I try again.
“HELLO! I REALLY HAVE TO PEE!”
“Would you like some assistance, Miss Rachel?”
I look behind me at my new favorite biker.
“Wolf,” I smile. “It turns out