Quiet Country (Satan's Sinners M.C. Book 2) by Colbie Kay Page B

take long for me to fall asleep.

    It's been a few days since the incident at the clinic and Zoey’s still in the hospital. I knock on the room door and she tells me to come in. Seeing that Hanger is with her and hasn't left her makes me feel good. I don't understand though, how can these guys be the way they are, but my father be such a bad man. It makes me wonder if my mother was telling the truth or if she just hated him that much.
    He stands up. "I'll give you guys some time to talk." He leans down, giving Zoey a kiss before making his way out, and I sit down in the chair he was using.
    "Zoey, are you doing okay?"
    She takes my hand in hers. "Yeah, I'm okay. How are you doing?"
    "I'm okay, I'm so sorry about the baby. I didn't know how you would handle that."
    "I'm sorry too. We’ll have another one eventually. I can't let it destroy me though, because if I do Andrew wins, and I can't let that happen. I wouldn't be able to get through any of this if it wasn't for Hanger."
    "You really love him, don't you? I think I get it now."
    "Yeah, I really do. You could have this to, you know. Have you told him yet?"
    "No, not with Bear I couldn’t. And no, I haven't told him. I can't. You don't understand."
    "I don't understand because you won't let me. Jacey, you gotta open up let me in, shit, let Bear in."
    "I can't do that. I wish I could, but I just can't." Hanger walks back in. "I'm gonna go. I'll see you later. Hanger, take care of her for me." I give her a kiss on her forehead and leave. I know she’s right, but I can't bring myself to do it.

    Bear
    The morning after the incident at the clinic, I left before Jacey woke up. She was vulnerable that night and all I wanted to do was take care of her. She doesn't let me do it often, so those are moments that I cherish. For some reason, she feels like she has to keep up with the tough persona. She doesn't understand that with me she doesn't have to, I would be there through anything with her. I gotta figure out a way to break down Jacey’s walls, so I go find the one person I can talk to: Ripper. He’s the only one that can give me advice, the only one who knows what’s gone down with us. He’s been there with Chatty, having to chase her until she finally gave in. The only one who seems to have gotten it simple with these damn women is Hanger. He got it so easy with Crazy Girl and sometimes I wish Jacey could be like that, but then she wouldn't be the woman I fell for.
    I find Ripper in the bar, so I order a shot of Wild Turkey, down it, and then look at him.
    "You got a minute?" I ask.
    "Yeah. You wanna go outside?"
    "What's goin' on?" He questions once we are sat down at one of the picnic tables.
    "I need some advice."
    "Jacey?" he asks, knowing exactly what it is.
    "Yeah. She's so fuckin' difficult. She has all these fuckin' walls up and I can't break 'em down. One minute she's pissed at me, then she's not. She lets me take care of her when she needs it, but it doesn't last. What the fuck do I do?" I grip my hair in my hands, pulling at it with my elbows on the table.
    "Are you in love with her?" He asks, just like it's no big deal.
    "Fuck, Brother. I don't think so. I feel somethin’ for her though, I know that."
    "You need to figure that out first: if you love her. Is she even worth all the trouble?"
    "How'd you know with Chatty?"
    "Brother, that woman gave me a run for my money, but I knew without a doubt that she was it. From the first time I laid eyes on her, she was the one for me. I had to work for her, had to chase her until she wanted to be caught, and once I caught her, I vowed I would make her happy every day until my last breath."
    "So, I just keep doing what I'm doing?" I ask, getting frustrated because this is no fucking help.
    He chuckles before saying, "Yeah, Brother. Give her time, she’ll break eventually. When she does, all you gotta do is be there to pick up all the pieces. You need to figure out if she’s really worth it or not, and if not, chalk