Fang“So you and Gypsy, hey?” Pope asked from his place crammed next to me. He didn’t look at me. His eyes were too busy following Sylvia's every movement as she talked to Gypsy. I knew why he was asking because his old lady had asked him too. “Yep.” There was no point denying it, not that I wanted to. Everyone knew because I had made sure they did. I didn’t want there to be any more misunderstandings.“But you already know that Pope, I’m guessing Sylvia just wanted you to make sure, right?” I sipped from my pint, my eyes glued to Gypsy's ass as she bent over to grab something from a low fridge.My cock twitched, and my palms itched to be filled with that ass.“Actually she asked me to find out what your intentions were, and this is her talking and not me and I quote, ‘I don’t want to have to beat his ass’.”I laughed because that was what was expected of me. I didn’t doubt for a second that Sylvia would take a swing at me if she thought she could get away with it. Pope wouldn’t let
GypsyHansel had been playing it down.Sure, it was bad enough that one of their prospects was in the hospital, and that several bikes had been damaged, but he had neglected to mention one key fact.The word WHORE, written in three-foot letters across the front wall.This hadn’t been an attack on the Savage Sons, it was an attack on me.He had found me again, and this time he had taken my baby. Was Woof in pain right now? Was he hurting him? The more I stared at the words, the more I shrank back. It had been stupid of me to think he would let me be happy. It didn’t matter where I went, I wasn’t safe. He had taken so much from me and now he had Woofy, and...“Come here.” Fang's arm went around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. It should have made me feel safer, but I felt nothing but emptiness. “Get someone to the hospital with the prospect. And clean that shit off my wall.” His chin jutted in the direction of the clubhouse before he turned to me. “Let’s get you inside, Sunflow
Fang“Gypsy?” Hansel asked the moment I flopped down onto one of the bar stools. I let my head drop into my hands. “Asleep,” I murmured.That conversation had been one of the hardest I had ever had to have, but not as hard as having to hold her as she sobbed herself to sleep. Gypsy was always so strong, a bright light in my darkness. To see her totally and utterly destroyed killed something inside of me.“Finally,” I added.Something must have shown in my face, or maybe it was my tone, but Hansel's face swung towards me, his eyebrows crashing down and deepening the line between his eyes.“How bad is it?”“Bad,” I mumbled. I couldn’t even explain it to him, although I would have to, and soon. “Really fucking bad.”“Darcie and Iris kind of bad?” I mulled over his question. Was it that type of bad? Gypsy wasn’t on some crime family’s radar, she had never been trafficked and forced to sell her body against her will, so I guessed it wasn’t quite that bad. But it was still...unfortunate.
Gypsy“What do you mean he just left you? After you opened your heart to him? Sounds like a dickish move to me.” Melanie leant heavily on the bar. She had said she had wanted to help me clean up but so far she hadn’t done anything but sit on a barstool and watch me wipe everything down. In the corner, Pope, my babysitter for the day, lifted his head, a scowl on his face. He could scowl all he wanted. He wasn’t helping either. Fang had wanted me to stay safe and protected within the confines of the clubhouse compound, but I had never done well with being idle. I needed to stay busy to keep my mind off everything that was happening. If he had been around, I could have kept busy in other ways. Namely getting naked and sweaty with him all day, every day, but I understood why he had to go out of town. He had things to do, a business to run. Even if it was illegal business. Still, Melanie’s words made me pause. It was a little suspicious. The timing of his sudden trip. A trip he wouldn
FangGiovanni was no longer a boy, that much was perfectly clear. He was a man, a young man, but a man nonetheless. It wasn’t just the width of his shoulders, it was something in the way he held himself. The sure, confident way he spoke.Gio was no longer a boy playing a man's game, he was cool, calm and confident without being too cocky. He also supplied me with fifty-year-old scotch, so that was a point in his favour. It was all very dignified, something his family hadn’t shown in years.“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Fang.”There was no condescension in his voice as he steepled his hands together on the table between us. I stared for a moment at his perfectly manicured fingers. The nails were square and clean. Still a bit of a pompous asshole then, I grinned to myself. A man’s hands should be rough from a hard day's work. Not primped and polished like a woman’s.“No worries.” I shrugged my shoulders non-committedly. I didn’t want to say too much before I knew what this
GypsyJesus Christ on a cracker, my head hurt. It felt like someone was drilling into my brain.I squinted, opening my eyes just a touch. I didn’t want her to realise I was awake if I could help it. Not straight away anyway, because I remembered everything. Right up until Melanie had smashed my head against the window for the third time. She had taken me by surprise, but it was her betrayal that stung the most. I had trusted her. And so had my dad. There was no way on God's green earth he would have sent her if he didn’t. My father had many faults, but he loved me. I half expected to see a lone light bulb swinging over my head, figuring that’s how those situations usually played out. The attacker would take their victim to some dimly lit, one lightbulb warehouse, all creepy and shit.But there wasn’t a lightbulb. Instead, I found myself staring at a ceiling painted cream not that far above my head. My eyes flew open. A cream ceiling with a smudge of footprints on it. Small footprin
FangI looked down at the note in my hand for the hundredth time and frowned. Screwing it up, I tossed it into the corner of the room. I didn’t believe a word it said. I wouldn’t have even if Giovanni hadn’t passed me the file on Gypsy's crazy ex-fiancé and his equally fucked up sister. It didn’t matter if the note said my sunflower was going home to her father, I knew the truth. Gypsy wouldn’t leave me. The thing between us was volatile as hell, but there were real feelings there. On both sides. If Gypsy wanted to leave me she would have told me to my face. She wasn’t that much of a coward. Which meant the note in my hand was a fake. “Someone fucking find her now,” I growled out.“Fang?” Hansel took a step forward, his eyes beseeching. “If the girl wants to go then you have to let her.”I didn’t turn to face him. Instead, my eyes bored into Pope. He appeared to shrink but met my gaze unflinchingly. “Are you sure she wrote this?” I waved the offending piece of paper in my hand.“Ye
GypsyI was lucky to survive. Everyone told me so.The nurses, the doctors, my dad - everyone thought I was lucky.But I didn’t feel lucky. I felt empty. Like there was nothing left of me anymore. Melanie had carved out my soul when she carved into my body with her knife. I wasn’t sure if the empty feeling would ever truly go away. Fang was a big part of it. The emptiness.He had come for me when I thought no one would, cradled me bleeding and dying on his lap and whispered plans for our future as Monster drove like a maniac to get us to the hospital. I could dimly remember it. I needed him. But I couldn't see him.Three weeks after being brought to the hospital clinging to life, I still couldn't bring myself to be in the same room as him. Every time he tried, I turned my face away. Until he stopped trying. I knew he was out in the hallway. He never left. And I needed him, but I just couldn't face him.Fang might have thought I blamed him, but it couldn't have been further from