Storm (Sinning Cobras MC #1) - Colbie Kay Page 0,3

love with him. Sitting up in my bed, I rub my groggy eyes. He stands at the side of my bed with a plate in his hand. “Your breakfast.”

I take the plate from him and set it in my lap. “Thank you.” I stare down at eggs, bacon, and toast while trying to decide what to eat first. I choose the toast, and after the first bite, my chewing slows. Normally, he would leave while I’m eating and come back for the empty dishes, but he’s still here, still watching me. My gaze travels from his denim jeans to his broad chest, which moves with every breath he takes. I love seeing him in those white undershirts and his black vest. My ogling continues up to his silver beard and over his perfectly parted lips to his steel-gray eyes. Those eyes stare right into the depths of my very soul. At first, they could be quite scary because they have such intensity to them, but over time, they have become my comfort and safety just as much as he has.

“I need to talk to you, Darlin’.”

Worry settles in my stomach, making me lose my appetite while my heart beats faster. Is he finally going to tell me we have to leave? I knew it was only a matter of time before they were tired of us. I imagine he’s done with taking care of me. But I can’t leave; I need him. “What is it?” I push the plate off my lap, setting it at my side.

He glances over at my sister Chapel. She’s still sleeping soundly because Ace hasn’t come in yet. Storm sits on the edge of the bed. “After tomorrow, we won’t be here anymore.”

My brows furrow in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you gotta pack up your shit because we’re moving.”

My pulse pounds in my ears. “Moving where? I don’t want to move! I want to stay here!” My volume rises as fear sets in.

Storm slouches over, resting his elbows on his knees, but his gaze remains on me. I see something in his stare, maybe regret, pain, sorrow? I’m not sure, but I try to focus on what he’s telling me, “We can’t stay here anymore. The club made a deal, and we’re moving.”

I cross my arms over my chest in defiance. “And if I refuse?” I don’t understand. He keeps saying we’re moving, but who is we? No matter who it is, this is where I want to stay. This is where Chapel and I are safe. We haven’t been found, and I can’t risk going out there and being taken again.

He releases a long, deep breath. “Don’t fight me on this, Haven. I’ve been taking care of you for two years. I’ll continue to do so, but now’s not the time to act like a fuckin’ child.”

“A child?” I laugh darkly and without mirth. Narrowing my gaze, I hiss, “I wouldn’t know what it means to be a child because I lost that privilege!”

“Haven.” My name rumbles from deep in his chest.

My eyes turn toward the wall. “Get out of my room.” I have nothing left to say to him.

He continues to sit and plead with me. “Haven, you need to listen to me.”

“I said, get out!” I pick up the plate of food and throw it at him. The well-prepared breakfast flies everywhere, and the plate hits his head with a thud.

He jumps up from the bed. “Fuck!” he yells while grabbing the plate and launching it toward the wall. It shatters into a million tiny pieces. His footfalls are loud and thundering as he leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out.

“Haven?” Chapel speaks softly from the bed across the room.

I wipe away the tears that have fallen from my eyes and look at my sister. “How much did you hear?”

“All of it.” She scoots up to a sitting position and giggles. “I can’t believe you threw that plate at him. He was covered in eggs.”

I bite my lip to keep my smile hidden. “He deserved it.”

Her laughter halts. “I don’t want to leave. Can they make us?”

Shaking my head, I reply with my tear-filled eyes on the closed door. “I don’t want to either. I don’t know if they can or not, but I won’t leave without a fight. We escaped before because we never gave up. We will fight to stay here if we have to, but we don’t give up again no matter what.”

“What are