“Three weeks.”
I wondered when Lars would realise arguing with his father wasn’t worth it. I sensed the amusement coming off Vulcan and grinned.
“Fine! One week,” Lars backtracked.
“Oh no. You argued, Lars, now you pay the price, and you still haven’t admitted what you did, so it stays at three weeks.”
“I’ll get you for this,” Lars promised, and I walked away.
That retort came straight from me, and I knew it. Vulcan’s eyes burned into the back of my head. My husband began muttering under his breath as I swallowed a giggle.
“Papa!” Laila sobbed, and Vulcan shifted his attention to soothing her. Laila had him wrapped around her little finger.
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“Lars is going to cause mayhem,” Vulcan said as we got ready for bed.
“Yup, I know.”
“Like you.”
“Yup.
“Tell me why I love you so much,” Vulcan demanded.
I turned, tackled him, and laughed as I took my husband down to the bed. As he held me, I grinned and settled over his cock. “I love you.”
“Not as much as I love you,” Vulcan stated and grabbed my hair to yank my mouth to his. Yeah. I freaking loved this man.
Part Two.
Chapter Six.
Jody – 1stApril 2023.
Beyond shocked, devastation creeping over me, I stood there, a silent scream erupting from me as the police officer spoke, but I didn’t comprehend their words. The look of sympathy on their faces slayed me.
All I could hear was the sentence,‘We’re sorry, but your husband and a friend were found murdered.’Feeling my world collapse,I began to shake.Vulcan.He was my husband. My beautiful man was gone?
Vulcan’s smile flashed into my head; there was no way it was lost forever. When Vulcan left this morning, he’d worn two pink hairbands in his beard, courtesy of Laila. Vulcan’s laughter boomed out, and I glanced behind me. He wasn’t there and wouldn’t ever be again.
Slowly, my body began shaking. Vulcan was gone.Gone. Dead.I’d never hear Vulcan whisper he loved me again. Our plans for the future were ruined, and he’d never seen our grandchildren. No, I stared at the smug female cop and wanted to smash her face in. The bitch didn’t know it, but I recognised her.
“This is your fault,” I whispered, and the male officer paused. “Vulcan came to you for help, and you cunts left him to swing. Vulcan’s death is on your heads. Get the hell off my doorstep.”
“We need to talk to you; we require information,” the woman detective said.
“Fuck you. When Vulcan needed you, where were you? When Vulcan was dying, where were you? Fuck off.” I stepped back and slammed the door in their faces.
I crumpled into a small heap, sliding down the wall, my heart breaking. Vulcan was gone. He shouldn’t be dead. Sobs tore from me as I wept for my man who’d died trying to do the right thing. I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. Vulcan was too young for this. This was the cop’s fault, ignoring him.
Three years prior, a new president had been voted in, and the Torden Hingste MC grew dark. Several of the brothers had been killed as a family club became a one-percenter. Vulcan and Kanon had finally gone to the police six months ago and, at first, had been treated suspiciously. But they had been working as informants to bring the criminal element to justice. And the cops hadn’t properly backed or supported them.
Now Vulcan was dead. My stomach twisted. Kanon. Oh God, had Kanon died too? Unable to cope with that thought, my mind shunted it aside as I went to my immediate problem.
How did I tell the kids that their father had been murdered? This would destroy them. They’d loved Vulcan so much. At fourteen and a half, Lars and Laila were too young to lose their dad. They were at school currently. I’d let them have a couple of hours of normalcy before destroying their world.
For over an hour, I sat on the floor in the hallway in shock and grief. Images kept flashing through my head of Vulcan. Him laughing with the kids. Teaching them to ride. Cosy dinners as a family. My heart felt like it was ripping in two. For fourteen anda half years, we’d been together. Distraught, I was lost without him. Just as I’d known I would, I’d completely fallen in love with him.
