"As alone as we can be with a clubhouse full of people around," she quipped."I wish we were completely alone. Just you, me, and the kids. I don't want all this other stuff, I don't need it right now. It stresses me out," he admitted. His eyes were jumpy and darted back and forth between her and the door.Understanding dawned on her when she realized this was his coping mechanism. He wanted to bury himself in her life to escape from his. Not deal with his Mom or any of the drama that whole situation brought. She had to get his mind on something else. Sex would never be the answer to any of their problems. "Besides, before we get some alone time I need to check on my kids, and I want to check on Meredith."He groaned, knowing that she was right. They each had responsibilities, and it wouldn't do to throw them to the wayside. After seeing his mother, he felt vulnerable. He hadn't been prepared to see her that soon, hadn't expected the anger that came so quickly. In retrospect he sh
Meredith closed her eyes as the doctor performed a rape kit on her. She tried to transport herself to a time where she felt safe and secure. She realized it'd been a long time since she had felt that way for any long stretch, but it surprised her to realize she'd felt that way with Tyler every time they had been around one another.The doctor raised her head from between Meredith's spread thighs and snapped her gloves off. Straightening up, she grabbed a digital camera. "I'm done, Meredith. Now let me get some pictures of your injuries."It was obvious she was trying to be careful with her patient, but Meredith still felt as if she were on display. She tried not to wonder where this woman had gotten her MD, and it bothered her a bit that Tyler had greeted the woman with a hug. He didn't greet people with hugs, and it had struck her as odd. The look that had passed between him and Ashley, the doctor, had made her inexplicably jealous. It spoke of nights spent together and secret lia
Richard Joyce knew he had to do something. Bookies were this close to putting out hits on him, but one in particular was willing to deal. He wanted a piece of property located on Highway 185 that belonged to the club. If he could get his hands on that land, he knew he would be able to wipe his slate clean and perhaps live another year. A plan had developed in his head. He could give the bookie a small piece of the land and then take the rest to sell for a profit. The overage would allow him to set up residence elsewhere and stay alive. He had to get this taken care of and the sooner the better. The bank would know sooner rather than later that he'd begun to skim off the top. Prominent citizens of Bowling Green were bound to start noticing their bank accounts becoming smaller. Amounts taken out weren't exorbitant, but Richard knew that many of them kept a close watch on their accounts. His game was about to be up, and he knew it. Something had to happen, and it had to be now. When this
"You know Liam will come for me."Denise said it in a sing-song voice because she had no doubt that he would be there soon, guns blazing, pissed the hell off, and ready to take her home. She did it to deliberately taunt the man who had taken her. It pissed her off that he had come into her backyard and taken her unwillingly.Richard glared at the woman, his hard eyes telling her to shut up. Since she had awakened from the chloroform an hour ago, she had not stopped talking. He had listened in the beginning because he hoped that she would say something he could use. Instead, what she had spoken about were things that he already knew. It was now getting on his nerves, and he was starting to get sick of it.To throw her off, he smirked at her, giving her a wink. "I'm countin' on it darlin'."The skeevy way he smiled made her want to puke. Was this the man who'd raped Meredith? Was he the one who caused all the issues that were going on with the club right now? What else could she
The sun was just beginning to break the horizon as Liam walked out of the warehouse that Denise had been held in. In his nostrils, he could still smell the burning flesh that had been Richard Joyce. When a member decided not to get rid of his ink after leaving the club, the club did it for him. This particular time, Liam had taken great pleasure in cutting the ink up into sections and then burning it off. He would be lying if he didn't admit that it had felt good and that's what worried him.For the first time in his life, Liam felt bad about what he had done in the name of his club. He felt as if he wasn't worthy enough to go home and sleep with the woman who warmed up the other side of his bed. He worried that she would look at him differently. Hell, he knew after this he would look at himself different. Never before had he felt such euphoria as he had done something so heinous. It scared him in a way – he didn't want to be that man."You okay?" Tyler asked as he tipped a bottle
After the meeting adjourned, Liam was trying to make his way back to his dorm room, only to be stopped by the one person he didn't want to see. Lauren. He averted his eyes, hoping it would show her just how much he didn't want to talk to her."Liam, I would love the chance to be able to sit down and talk to you," she told him softly, reaching out to touch his elbow lightly.He pulled his elbow back, almost like her touch burned him. "Right now is not the time," he bit out as coldly as he could."There's never a good time for you," she argued. "All I want is a chance to explain my side of things. There are always two sides to every story, Liam. I think you owe me that much."He finally looked at her, really looked at her, and he felt remorse for the way he was treating the woman had given birth to him. After dealing with Richard, he knew that he could change things in his life. He didn't have to be a bastard to everyone. He didn't want to be a bastard to everyone. Maybe this was
Lauren watched her son as he came out of his dorm room the next morning, his hand firmly clasping Denise's. The tension and wariness that had been tightly wound into his body the night before was no longer there. The large hickey that was present on the woman's neck was proof of just how he had relaxed. Truth be told she couldn't remember the last time he had walked around without tension in his shoulders and his eyes shifting this way and that. It saddened her that she'd never seen her son like this before."What do you say we grab some breakfast and go sit outside?" he asked as he ambled up to her. He seemed at peace with himself, much more comfortable in his body than she could ever remember him being.She looked into his eyes, trying to gauge whether he really wanted to give her a second chance at being his mother. Her heart couldn't take it if he wasn't truly interested in this. What she saw there made her hopeful. It looked as if he wanted this as much as she did. "That's fin
A few days later, Liam and Denise sat on the sun porch of what she'd finally started to call their house. It was late, almost midnight, and the kids had finally gone to bed. This had become their favorite time of day. Late at night after everything had settled down, they'd taken to coming out on the porch and discussing their day. Sometimes it was just a discussion, sometimes it led to more. Whatever it ended up being, Denise loved it no matter what."Anything interesting happen today?" he asked, pulling her close to his chest, relishing the way her head fit under his chin."Your Mom called. She said they have a job opening at the courthouse in the same department she's in."It hadn't been a bad idea when Lauren pitched it to her, but Denise had been unsure of how Liam would take it. She still wasn't very sure what her role in his life was besides companion."The courthouse, huh? With my Mom? What do you think about that?""I dunno," she shrugged. "My first thought was maybe