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Out of the images I’d witnessed, several had been horrific, but the coffin left my blood cold.
“Did you see who the mourners were?” Klutz asked gently.
“Rage, Hellfire, Unwanted Bastards, all the allied MCs. Hawthorne’s, Juno Group, there were so many more. The streets were lined, and people couldn’t fit into the church and stood outside. A Rage MC flag covered the coffin,” I announced.
A chill ran down my back again.
“Fuck! Need to warn Rage,” Calamity said.
I shook my head.
“That was the distant future. It’s not immediate. The tank of water felt more urgent, followed by the falling cars. I don’t understand the images; sometimes, their meaning isn’t clear. How the fuck can vehicles fall?”
“Could it have been Axel’s funeral?” Klutz inquired, and I shrugged. Honestly, I’d no idea.
“There was a feeling of balance with it, the scales being levelled,” I replied, which again made no damn sense.
“Let’s get you home, baby. Got an exam today. I asked if I could take it another time, and they won’t let me. Calamity and Gauntlet will stay with you while Jacob organises a rota with Hunter. There’s still the stalker to be dealt with, so you’re not to be alone,” Klutz stated.
I nodded, too weary to argue.
All I wished to do was heal, open the shop, and settle down happily with Klutz. This drama needed to do one and fuck off. For God’s sake, I lived a simple life, and so did Klutz. This soap opera crap was driving us both mad. We were ordinary people, not stars in Dallas! I climbed into the car and stared out the window as we left the hospital. My mind was drifting when I glimpsed a face in a car opposite. Shocked, I spun around as we moved past, and Klutz noticed.
“Aurora?” he urged. I held up a finger as I wracked my brain, placing the image to a name.
“What happened to Fury?” I asked slowly as I tried to make the connection.
“Fury?” Calamity challenged, puzzled.
“The founder Fury,”
“Drake and Axel once mentioned he disappeared and was presumed dead. But no body was ever found. Why, honey?” Klutz claimed.
“Just seeing ghosts,” I replied.
If Fury had died during the time of troubles, as I referred to it, then Fury was long gone, and I was honestly seeing ghosts.
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Three weeks passed since my attack, and the drama swapped back to Calamity and Rosie during that time. Some asshole tried to burn the clinic down, and Savage stopped it. Then they brought down a dog fighting ring. Klutz returned, silent and moody after that. I knew they’d rescued many dogs, but some had died. Klutz had worked twenty-four hours straight through with Rosie and a couple of other vets, saving what they could. It had pained Klutz deeply when they lost one.
Klutz had come home and surrounded himself with our pets. Skippy seemed to pick up on Klutz’s pain as he stuck closer than ever to him. Mischief rarely left my side, but she had curled on Klutz’s lap the moment Klutz stopped walking around with Sailor draped on his neck and sat.
Aimee was staying with us, although she jumped at any sudden movement. She was gradually improving, and twice Inglorious had ridden out for a cookout. His eyes were interested when he looked at Aimee, but Inglorious wasn’t prepared to push her. Sadly, Aimee’s pregnancy test had returned positive, and while she’d been offered options, she’d decided to keep it. But Aimee would always have a visual reminder of her captivity and rape. Aimee was a stronger woman than I’d given her credit for.
Klutz had got Aimee a dog from the shelter. Toby, another German Shepherd, was trained as a guard dog and was two years old. He had become Aimee’s shadow and was at her side, wherever she was. Toby gave Aimee much more confidence than anything else.
Mac and Casey brought Lazybones and Pirate round, and the Macaw was finally beginning to come into his feathers. Mac had been training him hard, and Pirate often accompanied Mac on his shoulder. Lazybones looked even fatter, and Sailor was bemused by the fat, fluffy thing. The first time Sailor pounced on Lazybones, he disappeared into the long hair. Amused, all we could spot were two gleaming eyes peeping out. The little Bengal made himself at home while Lazybones flopped lazily.
It made me laugh to see Mac with his bald baby Macaw and Casey dragging around a cat half her size. Things were settling, but the messages to Klutz kept coming, which placed him on edge while I tried to ignore them. If anything, this past year taught me that shit would happen no matter what. It was easier to go with the flow. Somehow, these good-hearted men attracted drama like crap on a shoe.
I’d been trying to arrange interviews as I was looking for two part-time staff, but with security so tight around me, it was decided that was a bad idea. This left me adrift because I didn’t wish to work at the shop seven days a week. Although Aimee was going to work full time beside me, as she refused to return home. And Casey’s store was finally being put back together now the insurance had paid out, and Rock and Apache had put a rush order in for it. I guess Casey could still use Blackrock construction because Mac wasn’t on the outs.
I didn’t envy Mac for the line he walked, staying loyal to both sides. But Mac was doing it and managing it well. This was a difficult situation, and Mac owed loyalty to those who cleaned the club but also to his new brothers. Mac had his eyes open out of all of them while the rest of Rage shoved their heads up their asses. Well, not for much longer. Calamity had called a meeting with Drake. Something was going on. It wasn’t my business, so I stayed out of it. For now. Until it affected Klutz. Then this founder’s granddaughter would use the power of being Norfolk’s only surviving relative.
Klutz
I was riding home after picking up some takeout when my phone alarm went off. No more did I ignore it, and I pulled over and yanked it from my pocket and hit the screen.
