Page 38 of Crow’s Haven (Savage Legion MC #15)

Sharon

I scan the parking lot, my eyes searching eagerly for Crow, desperate for the steady reassurance of his presence.

Agent Harper said she contacted my attorney to let him know that the warrant had been served.

Smoke would have told Crow immediately, but I don’t see him anywhere.

Even if he couldn’t come because of the boys, he would have sent someone for me.

Something feels off but I can’t put my finger on it.

Footsteps crunch behind me, heavy and deliberate.

I turn sharply, my stomach drops as a tall, bulky man steps from behind a pickup truck.

His broad shoulders stretch the seams of a fitted black jacket with the Salinas Pharmaceuticals’ logo on it.

A scowl is carved into his granite-like features.

I take a gigantic step back, I don’t know who he is, but he radiates danger.

“You are a very foolish woman,” he growls, his voice thick with anger. “You ruined everything, when what you should have done was kept your fucking mouth shut.”

I straighten, forcing myself to stay strong in spite of the tremor of fear coursing through me. “The truth always comes out in the end,” I say, my voice surprisingly steady. “When someone dies, you can’t keep the cause secret forever.”

His jaw clenches, eyes narrowed as he reaches into his jacket. My breath catches as I see the unmistakable glint of metal. It’s a handgun with a silencer attached to the end. Cold terror washes over me, rooting me momentarily in place. He points it directly at me, his hand disturbingly steady.

“This ends now,” he snarls quietly. “My boss isn’t going down because you can’t keep your fat trap shut.”

One moment the world seems to slow as I brace to get riddled with bullet holes.

Then, the next minute I hear the throaty roar of a motorcycle shattering the silence.

Crow’s bike comes skidding across the lot.

The bodyguard’s head jerks towards the sound, distracted just long enough for Crow to launch himself off the motorcycle, barreling straight into him with full force.

They hit the asphalt hard, the gun skittering across the pavement.

Crow moves fast, fury radiating from every movement as he wrestles the bigger man to the ground.

Fists fly. The bodyguard fights back, fierce and violent, landing a heavy blow to Crow’s jaw.

My heart aches as Crow staggers slightly before throwing himself back into the fight with savage determination.

“Crow!” I scream, stepping forward instinctively.

Their loud and vicious fight draws the notice of several agents.

They shout behind me, boots pounding the pavement as they sprint towards the fight.

But Crow’s relentless, powerful blows land in rapid succession, his fury unmatched.

The man gets a hold of his gun again but Crow rips it away, tossing it towards the approaching agents just as they are within striking distance.

It takes three agents to pull them apart, shouting commands and shoving my assailant face-first onto the asphalt, cuffing his wrists roughly behind his back. Crow staggers back, chest heaving. Blood trickles from his split lip and his eyes are wild with adrenaline and rage.

Our eyes lock, and in that heartbeat, the rest of the world fades away. I rush forward, my trembling fingers brushing the dark bruise already forming on his jaw. His arms fold around me fiercely, pulling me close as he buries his face in my hair.

“Crow, are you okay?” I whisper, unsure I want to know the answer to that question.

“Yeah, and you’re safe,” he whispers raggedly, voice thick with emotion and relief. “That’s all that matters to me.”

I hold him tight, tears streaming unchecked down my face.

Over his shoulder, I watch the agents drag the man roughly towards a waiting SUV, its door slamming shut with finality.

One of them lifts up his hand in a call-me gesture.

I nod because I know they’re gonna want to take a statement from me about all this.

Justice is finally being served and the relief I feel is indescribable. Now, more than ever, I know just how far Crow will go to protect me.

He whispers, “Smoke told me you did good.”

I nod, pulling back long enough to look him in the eyes. “Yes. We found the contaminated IV bags. They’re taking them to the lab to test them.”

He begins walking me to his bike. “That’s what you need in order to clear your name, right?”

“My name’s already cleared. They already pulled information off the admin computers and cell phones. They were all in cahoots framing me, but Salinas Pharmaceuticals was at the root of it.”

When we get to his bike, Crow holds my face tenderly in both hands, brushing his thumb gently across my cheek. “Ready to get out of here? To go back home?”

I nod, fighting back tears. “More than ready. I’ve been dreaming about going back to your place, since the day I left.”

He lifts me onto his bike and helps me settle into place on the seat before he gets on. I settle in close, my arms wrapped around his waist, the familiar scent of leather and engine oil soothing and reassuring.

Crow fires up the engine, and the vibrations nearly shake me apart. We roll slowly towards the exit, past rows of flashing lights, stunned faces, and curious onlookers. Behind me, Twin Rivers Medical Center fades into the distance, no longer my burden.

The night air rushes past us, cool and fresh. The highway stretches ahead into darkness, lit only by moonlight and stars scattered across the velvet sky. I press my cheek to Crow’s strong back, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath me.

This man—my protector, my strength, my partner—brought me back from the brink. He trusted me, fought for me, stood beside me through everything. Now, with him at the handlebars, we ride towards freedom, towards a future built on truth and courage.

We crest a gentle rise, and Crow twists the throttle gently, engine roaring beneath us. I laugh softly, feeling suddenly light, as if all the darkness has finally been cast behind us. The road ahead is open and bright, calling us forward.

Crow reaches back briefly, squeezing my hand. “Hang tight, Ladybug,” he shouts above the wind. “We’ve got a lot of life ahead.”

I hold onto him tighter, nodding against his shoulder, heart soaring. Justice came tonight, fierce and unstoppable. Tomorrow, we’ll face whatever else comes our way together, stronger than ever.

For now, the road is ours—just Crow and me, riding into the night, leaving the shadows behind at last.