GemmaNever in a million years had I thought that moving home would be such a logistical nightmare. But then again, what did I know? When we had run, it had been with nothing but what I could throw into a backpack.Going home, although it was hard to think of it as home now, was a different ball game altogether. Bobby had a lot of things, a crib and clothes, and it was going to take a van. Ruin hadn’t seemed worried. One call was all it had taken, and the Black Aces had come down en-masse. A guard, he had said, our very own little convoy to make sure we were safe on the road. Personally, I thought it was a little over the top, but I wasn’t about to argue with him. Even if I had wanted to, I didn’t think Gent would let me.The drive back, complete with removal men and a half dozen bikers, had taken a relatively short amount of time. But I had to admit I was glad when we rolled past Cooks and headed towards the gated compound that was The Black Aces’ headquarters.It was only then that
Gentleman It was almost like I had never left.Almost.As we were swept apart, I couldn’t help but look for her. After all of these months of looking out for her, it was second nature for me to try and find her, and as I was pulled into the main room of the clubhouse by my brothers and a frosty beer was handed to me, I found myself sweeping the room for any sign of her.There was none, and it instantly put me on edge.I needed to see her before I could relax. Leaning forward to put the untouched bottle back on the table, my fingertips skimmed the thigh of one of the club girls. One I didn’t know. Not that it seemed to matter to her. She stopped instantly, her pretty young face turning down to me expectantly. Her black-rimmed eyes searching my face. “Hello.”“Hi.” I gave her a smile. Obviously, she liked what she was seeing, and I should have been used to that. In the past, I would have been on her instantly. But now?Behind the curve of her hip, I watched as Gem made her way into th
GemmaEverything looked exactly the same. Even down to my clothes in the wardrobe. The only thing that was different in my tiny little one-bedroom apartment was the fact that someone had already put up Bobby’s crib in the corner of my room. There were several dozen moving boxes stacked up by the window. It was almost like I had never left. But it didn’t feel like home. It felt nothing like the home I had spent the last months craving. It was like I was a stranger here.Even with my living room full of the sounds of quiet laughter from the friends I had missed so much, the place felt empty. It was like there was a great big gnawing hole, and it was because Gent wasn’t there. I wasn’t fool enough to think differently. He had been like my shadow, the one person I could rely on. My knight in shining armour...or worn leather anyway. Not that he had worn his cut, but sometimes I had seen him touch it with a look of pain on his face.He had given up so much when he had taken me to safety.
Gent“So has anyone actually seen or heard from Young Blood?” Wicked’s voice was soft, but somehow, it carried around the room. Maybe it was because it was so quiet around the table. I didn’t see the point of the question; he had been asking it for weeks. Ever since the day we had arrived back. “Nothing.” Truth sounded angry. And I knew why. Out of all of us, Truth was the one most likely to be able to find someone even if they didn’t want to be found. He had found Gem and me after all.Gem.Just the thought of her name was enough to send a shiver through me. I had barely seen her. A glimpse here and there of her and Bobby. She would give me a small uncertain smile and then go about her day.Like we were strangers.Like we were god damn strangers. I missed them both. I tried to hide it, but I did. I found myself wondering what she was doing at the most inappropriate times.Like now, when I should be concentrating on the business at hand. “He’s in the wind. Gone.” Truth shook his h
Gem“I’ve had a nice time.” Awkwardly I shifted my weight from one foot to another. I’d had a nice time, I wasn’t lying there, but that was the problem. It had just been nice. There was no chemistry, no sparks of attraction. Which made standing in front of my closed door, waiting for him to try and kiss me goodnight, even worse. I knew he was going to try. I just didn’t know whether I was going to let him. “Me as well.” He took a step forward, invading my space, so his bulk pressed me back against the door. “I’d like to see you again.” His lips lowered.I had maybe a split second to decide what to do when the door I was pressed against opened. I fell backwards with a screech, my arms flailing. But I didn’t fall down. Instead, strong arms caught me, and a familiar warming smell filled my nostrils. Gent was here.I wasn’t sure why he was, but he was.“Time to wrap it up, kids.” Easily he lifted me back to my feet, but he didn’t let go of me. Instead, he stepped against my back. So cl
Gent“So you and Gem?” Ruin was trying hard to sound casual. Trying and failing. Slowly I turned to him. “What do you mean?” I knew exactly what he meant. He was worried about me sliding into the role of daddy to his half brother. He also seemed to have forgotten that I was the one who had watched Bobby come into this world. “Rumour has it you two are a couple.” There was no hesitation in his voice this time. “That you have moved in with her.”Moved in? I frowned. Sure, I had spent every night there with her body against mine, driving me insane. But seeing as she wouldn’t let me do anything but kiss her, I wasn’t sure if I could say we were a couple. I wanted to take things to the next level. And she was dragging her heels. Something was holding her back. I just didn’t know what it was. “I stay there sometimes.” I sipped my beer non committedly. Truth was, I didn’t even want it. “That’s all.” None of this was any of their business. It was none of the club’s business what went on b
GemHe had proposed.With his dick in my mouth, he had bloody proposed. Like I would take him seriously asking at such a moment. Not that I would take him seriously anyway.It was much too soon for that. Even if we had been living together as friends for a year. It wasn’t like it had been anything but a platonic relationship. We were growing closer, and I had feelings for him, but that didn’t mean we should run away and tie the knot. I had a sneaky suspicion it had more to do with the fact that all of his friends were settling down rather than him wanting to spend his life with me.Glancing at him from beneath the curtain of my hair as I wiped down one of the dusty sides in what used to be his tattoo parlour, I studied his face. He was frowning down at something in his hands. Like the wad of crumpled up paper, he was holding held bad news.“Everything ok?” It seemed like an eternity until he smiled at me. A beautiful flash of white against the dark whiskers on his cheeks. “Yeah, ev
Gent Gemma tried to hide it. But she was afraid. It wasn’t that she said anything out loud. She didn’t need to. After living with her for so long, I knew that look on her face. When Gemma got frightened, she got fidgety and quiet. And I fucking hated it.Hated that she was scared again. This shit was meant to be over. I had promised her it would be over if we came home. Fucking Young Blood had played us all. Acted like a friend and a brother so he could betray us, and he had made me out to be a liar.I had promised her she would be safe.Shaking my head, I cocked my head to the side. Listening to the quiet sound of Gem singing Bobby to sleep. She couldn’t hold a tune to save her life, but she always did it. “Gem?” Silently I padded to her bedroom. I knew she would be over Bobby’s cot. She would be finishing her song even if the lad was asleep. It was just what she did. Slowly she turned, a small uncertain smile playing over her lips. “Hi.” She whispered. “He’s asleep.” She said i