Page 32 of Hells Bells


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I sighed. “Okay.”

“I’m not kicking you out. You can stay in my bed all day if you want. I just have some club business to deal with.”

“What kind of business?”

“Grave digging.”

I peered up at him, speechless. He didn’t seem to be joking.

“You know what happened last night. I need to bury the bodies.”

I felt the blood drain out of my face.

He stared at me with a cold-blooded expression. “If I was a patched member, I could order a prospect to dig the plots. But I’m the prospect.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Where’s your mom and dad? Do they know what you’re doing with the Hell’s Bells MC?” Honestly, I wouldn’t want my son hanging with those vile men. Then again, I’d just spent the night with Rocky, who might have been more evil than the others.

“I’ve never met my dad, and my mom is dead. Apple pie was her favorite. So I have a slice on the day she died.”

“The day we met?” My heart seized. “You didn’t get to have pie.” Tears pooled in my eyes.

“It’s fine, baby.” He hugged me. “It’s a stupid thing I do.”

“It’s not stupid. It’s sweet. How’d she die?”

“OD’d.” He pulled away and went to the bathroom. When he shut the door, a bolt of ice shot down my spine like he was freezing me out.

I understood not wanting to talk about his parents, especially when one was dead and he didn’t know the other. I wouldn’t push him to open up to me, but I would love it if he did. To be without his parents must’ve been hard… and lonely.

My heart hurt for Rocky. I wondered how long it had been since his mom passed. Had he been forced to live with his horrible uncle? Forced into prospecting for the biker club? Neither could’ve been easy.

If he’d chosen the MC life for himself, I wasn’t sure what to think of him. I liked Rocky more than I’d ever imagined, but it wasn’t lost on me that we were morally on different levels. He had killed three men last night without blinking an eye. How many others had he ended?

Murder wasn’t a greater sin than lying oradulteryto God. A sin was a sin. I doubted those men were upstanding citizens, but in the eyes of the law, Rocky could go to jail for murder. Jesus, I prayed that didn’t happen. What a moral dilemma.

Meanwhile, when he had sex with me, I never felt so alive and free. I wasn’t afraid when his gray eyes turned molten black and a feral animal emerged. I enjoyed his wild and forceful desires. Did that make me depraved, like him?

Did I care if people judged me? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t about to break up with Rocky. I needed him. Wanted him with every cell in my body.

I couldn’t live without him, and that notion terrified me more than anything illegal or sinful that he could ever do.

Lord, help me.

10

Rocky (RJ)

“I hope you’re proud of yourself. I sure as fuck am.” Uncle Keg drank his brewski as he watched me fill the last burial plot.

I rolled my eyes and refrained from mouthing off at him. Let him bask in my greatness if he felt the need. It probably gave him a hard-on.The freak.

He was nothing but a poser—a fake and a phony. Men like him were all hot air with tiny dicks. The only reason Keg was president of Hell’s Bells MC was that he’d started it. The members had no choice but to obey and follow his rules.Whatever. They’d see how a true king governed when I took over.

As it was, I’d killed more men than Keg in the almost two years I’d been a prospect. I should be sworn in and made an official member. I’d earned it and proved my loyalty.

But my uncle was a selfish asshole. Truth be told, he feared me. He knew it. I knew it. The whole goddamn club and the residents of Scornrock knew I was the most dangerous in the club. He would probably delay the ceremony as long as possible to spite me.

I dropped the last shovel of dirt on the mound and stomped on it.

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