Harley has always preferred his own space and this spot allows him to open the shop early, or work late if need be. The workshop doubles as a place to come together; the boys always congregate here at the end of each day. I’m thankful for that, it provides me with reassurance knowing Harley isn’t always alone.

“Anything you want to tell me?” he asks, now that we are alone.

Working together, we pop the fold out bed from the couch and I collapse back onto it. My mind is spinning with everything I have held in since the last time I came and confided in him.

“Not tonight, I think I need to just pass the fuck out.”

He nods, tossing me a pillow and blanket. “I’m glad you came.”

Harley switches off the downstairs light and walks up the stairs to his loft. I will need to talk to him, tell him what’s going on but the heaviness in my body tells me I might actually sleep tonight and God, I need it.

* * *

Three whole days.

Three days of no contact, with either her or Jesse. I’m itching to know how she is, I can only find out so much from watching her. Regardless of how much it’s driving me insane, I need her to at least think I’m respecting her choice. A choice that is fucking stupid, but her choice none the less.

What she doesn’t know is that Jesse and I will put an end to whomever is causing trouble in her life. His idea is much more law abiding than mine, but we will iron out the details. Regardless on whether we kill the fucker, or Jesse gets him locked up behind bars, he won’t come near her ever again. The latter will require me to keep tabs on the bastard though, which is plain annoying. It also means I’ll have to finish the job once he’s released; but for now I’ll worry about finding whoever it is.

This will be the one and only time I will ever let her push me away. I will make sure she will never have to look over her shoulder again, unless it’s to reach for my hand; because once this is over, I’ll never leave her side again.

Buzzing from my pocket brings me out of my thoughts, glancing at the screen I see Jesse is calling. “Jesse, is everything okay?” I rush out, this whole situation has me on edge and I don’t like it.

“Hey Tanner, woah man — take a breath. Everything is fine.”

“Fine? Nothing is fine, Jesse.” I clip.

“I know, that’s why I’m calling. We need to get together and figure some things out. Can you come over —”

“I’ll be there, give me an hour?”