know, Sparrow. You have to try and eat somethin’ for me first,” he informs me, helping me back in bed before grabbing the tray once more.
“I don’t want to,” I plead, my voice sounding whiny and annoying to my own ears.
“You have to get somethin’ in you. Maybe you’ll start to feel a little better then,” he orders, using the tone of voice I know not to argue with.
Relaxing back against the pillows he’s piled behind me, Killer sets the tray down over my lap. He makes sure I have everything I need before sitting down next to me. There’s a bowl of soup on the tray, a bottle of water, crackers, and toast. Looking at Killer sitting next to me, I have tears in my eyes as I lay my head back. I’m trying to get my emotions under control so I can attempt to get something in my stomach.
“Why the tears, Sparrow?” he asks me, scooting over closer to me.
“No one has ever taken care of me the way you do. You’ve saved me in so many different ways and I’ll never be able to repay you,” I answer him honestly.
“You pay me back every single day you allow me to be in your life. Gwen, you’re so strong and capable of doin’ whatever you set your mind to. For you to be my ol’ lady and share your life with me is all the repayment I need,” he says, kissing my forehead. “You don’t have a fever. I called the doctor and they told me to watch for one. You haven’t had one all day.”
I shrug my shoulders. The only thing I know right now is my stomach is turning and I really don’t want to get sick again. So, I turn my attention back to the food in front of me. Soup will probably be the safest choice for me to try first. Killer watches me like a hawk as I take a few bites of the chicken noodle soup. Putting my spoon down, I open my bottle of water before going back to the soup. I’m actually hungry and the soup doesn’t seem to be upsetting my stomach. Still, I don’t want to push my luck.
When I’ve had just a little less than half the bowl, I push it to the side. Before Killer can take the tray from me, I grab the pack of crackers and my water. I place them on the stand beside me and burrow back under the covers. He leaves the room only long enough to take care of the tray. I’m almost asleep when he comes back in the room. I listen as he strips down to nothing and slides in next to me. Killer wraps his arms around me and I cuddle into his warm, hard body. Sleep once again claims me.
Chapter Sixteen
Killer
THE LAST FEW weeks have been crazy as hell. Gwen woke up the next morning and was feeling better. Her stomach was still feeling off and she did get sick a few times throughout the day, but she went to work. Honestly, she’s been getting sick at least once a day since then. Still, she insists on going to work every day. The doctor said she’s not contagious since there’s been no fever and she does seem to be getting better on a daily basis. Gwen is so stubborn she even called Stryker to make sure he was okay with it.
While Gwen is working, I’ve been out searching for whoever is after her. No one has been able to give us any clues about who it is or the men behind going to my house or sending her the notes and packages. Yeah, more have been delivered to the house while we’ve been at the clubhouse. Gwen doesn’t know about them and I don’t plan on telling her. She’s finally got a smile on her face again and I want to keep it there.
The packages have contained pictures of her doing things around town. Not just recently, but since moving to Benton Falls. Other pictures have been included from her childhood. These are the ones that piss me the fuck off the most. They showcase the damage done to her young body and the life slowly draining from her eyes. It’s taken a lot to get that light and life back. These fuckfaces will not ruin it or take it from her again. She’s got all the power in this situation and I’ll shield her from