IrisI know people thought I was crazy for falling straight back into his arms, even Maggie had looked kind of shocked by the quickness of it. But Cyber had wanted And sometimes it surprised me too, but for me, it had always been Cyber.The bad boy who had pinged up on my laptop years ago. And turned my world upside down. He had sent me into a tailspin. For a time I lost control of my life. I had suffered, but it was always his face that kept me going. Even if for a time I had hated him.I wasn't spinning anymore. Being with Cyber grounded me. And I was happy for the first time in years. I was actually happy. Part of me believed still believed I didn’t deserve it, that maybe all of this was just a dream. When those moods hit all I had to do was look down at the ring on my finger, its diamond glistening and I knew I was loved.Not just loved but cherished. Pausing in the doorway of the bathroom, my hair still wet from the shower I stared at his sleeping form. “If your done ogling m
BeforeThe smell hit me first.Coppery and thick, I knew what I was smelling before I had even switched on the light. It clung to my tongue, coating the inside of my mouth, until I had no choice but to swallow down the metallic taste of it.Shakily, I reached out, my fingers trembling so much that I missed the light switch on the first attempt.It wasn’t that I wanted to see what I already knew was there, more that I had to see it. I had to…with my own two eyes. Two seconds it took, though it felt like a lifetime, for my eyes to finally get used to the light. The moment they did, I wished I was back in the darkness.Red.My whole living room was red. The walls were splattered and dripping; the carpet squelched as I took a step forward. And even that small step splashed droplets up over my sneakers.It looked like someone had opened several gallons of sticky, scarlet paint and dumped them over my life.But I knew it wasn’t painted.Fighting back the urge to gag, I forced myself to
Gypsy“Oh, God, please no.” My words came out a muttered hiss as the engine that had been running fine for months started to splutter. The whole van lurched forward, jutting me from my seat. I wrapped my hands around the steering wheel and prayed. “Come on, baby, don't do this.”Another cough from the engine, and my eyes closed on their own. This couldn't be happening to me, not in the middle of nowhere. Hell, I hadn't even seen another car pass me in over forty minutes. If my pride and joy decided to break down there and then, I was going to be well and truly stranded. “Come on, just a few more miles. You can do it.” I knew how ridiculous I sounded talking to an inanimate object, but it wasn't like I had anyone else to talk to. Unless you counted Woofy, and he was asleep, as usual.That's all it would take, a few more miles. Twenty tops. And then I would be at the town I planned on calling home. It wasn't very far at all, but it might as well have been a million miles at that time
Fang“Prez.”It wasn’t exactly the welcome home I had been expecting. There was no welcome party, in fact, there was no party at all that I could see. Just one single prospect on the gate as I rolled up. “It’s good to have you back.”I nodded my agreement. It was good to be home. After almost five months on the road, I had been craving my own bed, my club and my brothers around me. That was the problem with being ‘dead’, it meant you couldn't just go about your everyday life like nothing had happened.Sure, the other chapters had been more than welcoming. They had thrown women and liquor at me on a regular basis. But nothing quite beats the feel of home.Not at my age anyway. “It’s good to be back, prospect.” My eyes barely flicked in his direction. He was a good kid, didn’t complain too much, but he just didn’t stand out to me. There was no spark in him. No passion. He saw the patch as some kind of status symbol and not his entire life. I doubted very much he would ever patch in.
Gypsy“Well, Woofy.” My hand went down to scratch between the giant wolfhound's ears as I gazed around the empty bar. “This is it, home sweet home.”The dog at my side didn't answer me, but if he could have, I already knew what he would say.The place was a dump. The advert I had answered hadn’t mentioned that the place needed tearing down and starting over. If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered. I would have found another place. Another bar in another small town where I could spend my life in hiding.A town where I was yet again alone. Hiding who I really was.I frowned.No, that wasn’t entirely true. I was who I was. And I had been Gypsy for a long time. The girl who I used to be ceased to exist. I didn’t even know why I was thinking about her.Daniella Fleetwood was gone. Along with all her hopes and dreams.Gypsy had a different vision. Smaller dreams. Realistic hopes.Daniella wanted it all, the powerful job, the perfect husband and family. The prestige that came with her fam
Fang“What the fuck are you doing back so soon?” I eyed my vice president as he swept into my office without knocking. Flopping down onto the chair opposite me with a sigh, he eyed me, a frown marring his face. “I still live here right?” As always, his tone bordered the line of insubordination. Shaking my head, I went back to the papers on my desk. I had come back thinking the club would be in shambles, that all our business ventures would be lying in ruin, but I had been pleasantly surprised.Not only had my womanising, borderline alcoholic vice president kept things afloat, he had actually turned a profit.“I expected you to party some more…” Peering at him, I waited for him to laugh, to brush off his partying ways like he always did. Hansel was a good man and great vice president, but the man liked to live on the wild side. He had since the moment his wife had left him. Gretal had been his entire world, and she had ripped his heart out.At least that’s how I saw it. She had hur
Gypsy“You don’t look like someone who is involved with a biker.”The woman wiping the dust from shelves behind my bar paused, throwing a glance over her shoulder. I expected her to look angry, but the smile she had on her face was dazzling.“Don’t I, sweetheart? What did you expect us to look like?”I froze at the question. What had I expected her to look like? Honestly, I didn’t know. “I don’t know. Just not like…” I motioned to her with my hand. Blowing out a breath that lifted my hair from my sweaty face, I tried again. “Sorry, that came out so rude. Let's start again. I’m Gypsy and I speak without thinking.”Throwing back her mane of dark hair, she laughed. “You’re ok, Gypsy. I like a woman who says it how it is. Means you can stick up for yourself. But to answer your question, we are just women, the club is just men. We all have different backgrounds and different lives. For me personally, I come from a good, Christian family - devout and God-fearing. You know the type?” The han
FangI had put it off too long already. Going to see the new owner of The Drunken Otter. But I couldn't put it off any longer. She was hosting my party tomorrow, the least I owed the woman was a hello. Not that I wanted to. I had no time for women like her. I had no time for any woman beyond taking my fill. Not anymore.Something huge and grey leapt out in front of me, jolting me back to reality. I swerved, but my bike clipped it and sent it tumbling further into the road. Panting, I came to a stop, throwing a glance behind me to see what the hell I had just hit. A dog. A dog the size of a fucking pony got up, shaking its scraggly grey fur, and started limping towards the curb. Who the hell had a dog that big? And what the hell was it doing running free in my town?“Woofy.”Frowning, I looked down the street to see Pope’s old lady tottering towards us in her usual skyscraper heels. There was a rainbow-coloured dog leash dragging behind her. “What the actual fuck is that?” Slippi