Chelsea He loved me. Wicked had finally said the words that I had been dreaming about hearing. And he had done it in the middle of Cali’s baby shower. I could feel their eyes on me. But I couldn’t turn away from Wicked. I wasn’t sure who the hell had told him that I was pregnant but whoever it was I couldn’t bring myself to be too angry with them. They had made Wicked own up to his feelings. Reaching up I drew his head down to mine, my lips hungry against his. My hand curling into his hair. “You are in love with my sister?”My brother's voice was the thing that drew us apart. But it was Wicked who reacted first. Pulling me into his side he half stepped in front of me as he turned towards Ruin standing in the doorway. “Ruin.”“Answer the damn question Wicked are you fucking my sister?” My brother’s voice was rising. “I’m not fucking your sister Ruin.” Wicked pulled me in even closer. Like he was afraid Ruin would hurt me. “Well I am but it’s not just sex. Your first question was
Gentleman“Where are they?” Gemma stared out of the rain drenched window, her leg bouncing up and down uncontrollably. She was nervous, and I couldn’t blame her for that. In her situation, I would have been worried as well. The Black Aces were coming, my brothers. Men I had ridden with for as long as I could remember. Men I had fought alongside.Men who had put a hit out on the woman sitting opposite me.So yeah, Gemma had a lot to be nervous about. It didn’t matter how many times I told her that it was ok now, that Truth would not have set up this meeting if Ruin still thought she was the one responsible for his father’s death. She was still nervous.She vibrated with it. It made her body shake. The hand that was wrapped around the steaming mug of coffee was trembling so much that hot liquid spilt over her fingers, making her skin red and blotchy.“Gem.” My hand came down over hers, pulling away the cup before she could really hurt herself. I flattened her shaking hand underneath m
GentlemanI heard them coming before I saw them.The heavy thud of biker boots on the polished hospital floor was unmistakable.It was Ruin himself that came into view first, Truth close behind him. Both of them looked haggard, the dust and grime of the road clinging to their skin and clothes. They wore equally wary looks on their faces as I stood to meet them, straightening my back with a crack where it had cramped up from sitting on one of the hospital waiting room chairs for too long. Those rickety pieces of plastic weren’t meant for men my size.“Brother.” Ruin nodded his head in greeting, stopping dead in front of me. It was a strange thing, hearing that word. I didn’t say anything, though. I just continued to stare at the pair of them.If they had anything to do with what had happened in that cafe, I would never forgive them. If they wanted war, then I would give it to them. I was many things, but I drew the line at women and children, and I had always thought the Black Aces did
GemmaI didn’t answer, my mouth opened but no words came out. It was like I was suddenly faint. I couldn’t do anything but curl my hand around Gent’s like he was a lifeline. Which was exactly what he had been for the last year.Not just for me but for Bobby as well. I wasn’t sure how we would have managed without him looking after us. It had been almost impossible for me to find work after I started to show. No one wanted to employ a pregnant woman, and Gent had stepped up without being asked. He had been the one to make sure I had everything I needed for the baby, that we had a roof over our heads and food on the table.Hell, he had been the one to hold my hand as I gave birth, the one to cut the umbilical cord and the first person to hold Bobby. And never once had he complained. He had done more for us than a lot of biological dads had done. One day Gent would make some woman really happy. He would have a family and children of his own. But for now, he seemed to love being Uncle
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