Chapter Sixteen
The absolute silence inside Stone’s private bedroom felt significantly heavier and darker than the red blood that had been splattered all over his leather club vest just an hour ago. It was a thick, quiet weight that filled up every single corner of the dark room.
He had barely let go of my small body for a single second since dragging me back upstairs with him. After taking off his ruined vest, thoroughly washing the sticky red blood off his thick knuckles, and changing his clothes into a fresh, clean black shirt, he immediately pulled my frame onto the large bed with him. He held me tightly against his broad chest, locking his strong arms around my waist like I was the only solid thing keeping him grounded after the violent, crazy storm he had just created out on the hi
