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“Come on, old man, let's get this show on the road.” I kiss my nephew and my brother and crack on. Fuck, I’ve missed the place, the smell of fuel, the grease in my hair and fingernails, the smell of the leather on the bikes, the grumble of the engine as they start and the sweet purr of the open road…
I glance back into the corner, Hades is laid asleep and behind him there she is, covered with a tarpaulin. Dozer fixed up my bike for me, but I can't bring myself to ride her. Maybe I should. Maybe it would make me feel closer to him. He's slipping away. I can still smell him, still feel the ghost of a touch when I’m alone, but it's fading. How can someone have such an impact on your mind, body, and soul when, in reality, we weren't together long? But I can't push myself to move on either.
I've been back at work a couple of weeks. Rook and the guys are all set up on the compound and they have started coming to the club for drinks in the evening, socialising with the guys. Everything is calming down, but my heart’s only beating faster. I’ve been good. I’ve not overdone it with the drink. I’ve been working and looking after Storm and River. I’ve allowed myself to accept help and most days, I have to wrestle my children back from Dice and Dane. They're so cute together with the kids, and now things are calming down; they're starting to plan their wedding. Beauty’s helping, of course.
I head home, and there's a note on the counter.
Ray
Taken the kids for ice cream
Uncle Dane.
I yank my phone out of my pocket. “Dane, what the hell? They can’t have fucking ice cream, you twat!” He barks a laugh at me.
“I know that, we're in Ravenswood, we’re having ice cream. The kids are fine, don't wait up.”
“Dane, Dane…” Motherfucker stole my kids and hung up. I get cleaned up and pace the apartment a bit. I don't like it here on my own anymore, though. I pick up my Kindle, but nothing holds my attention any more. I loved dark romance books, but when you've lived it, it doesn't quite hit the same, and the morally grey men never quite live up to my morally grey husband. I sigh, tap out a message, grab my bag, and head to the gym.
“Hey, Priest!” I shout across the room as I walk in. He looks around, startled for a second, before he schools his features.
“Hey Ray, I am just finishing up.”
“Ah, come on, stay and spar with me. I need some kind of release, wanna make me ache? Dane has stolen the kids, and I'm home alone and bored.”
“I can't stay long. I have an … appointment.”
“Ooh. Hot date?” I laugh.
“No.” He snaps back and looks at me weirdly. “No, it's nothing, really. Sure, let's spar.”
“Priest? Hey, you okay?”
“What happened to Roach?”
“He's alive-ish. He's in one of our prisons if you like, for lack of a better word.” I chuckle. I need to finalise everything, just haven't had time. You wanna go with me?” I smile up at him.
“To do what?”
“His days are numbered, Priest. Let’s go end the miserable fucker’s life. I need supplies, though. Meet me on the field at the back of the clubhouse in thirty minutes.”
“Wait, on the field? Where is he?”
I tap my nose. “That's for me to know. Now go get ready. Wear something suitable.” I laugh over my shoulder.
Priest
I mean, what do you wear for a murder date? I suppose it's not a date, but the way she looked at me made my palms sweat and my dick twitch. She’s awakened something in me that I thought I'd shoved far enough down that it would never resurface, but clearly not.
“Well, don't you look cute!” She grins at me as she walks towards me. We’re wearing almost the same outfit. Black combats tucked into black boots and a hoodie, she’s sporting a black cap and a backpack.
“So why here?”
She grins, tapping her ear. I frown. “Listen.” She grins back at me. And I do.
“Helicopter?”
She nods and smiles. I don't say anything else. I just wait, my hands in my pockets to stop me from doing something stupid, when she rolls her lip ring through her teeth. It never bothered me before. Now, I imagine biting her lip and blood pooling around it. Licking across her lip and sucking it into my mouth.
