All Chapters of Black Aces MC (The Complete series): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

TruthI got it now, why Ruined always had a grin on his face every time I saw him. Three weeks I had woken up with Cali wrapped around my body every morning. Or found her in the kitchen, brewing coffee with her hair sticking up in every direction. A thoroughly fucked look making her face look serene. So yeah, I got it. ,I liked having a woman around. And Wicked did as well. Even if he would never say so out loud. I could tell. Not that my older brother was here all that often. He was pretty good about making himself scarce. Apart from that one time, when he had walked in with Gent, I had been eating her out when she was sat on the kitchen counter. Both of them had thought it was hysterical and I had wanted to visit violence on the pair of them. The only reason they hadn’t felt my fist connecting with their faces was that they had left pretty quickly. After several obscene comments about joining in or at least watching.“Morning.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pressing my

Cali Truth.His name seemed to haunt me, but it was nothing compared to the nightmares I had every night since he had pulled a gun on me. Nightmares of his cold dead eyes as he pressed that deadly piece of metal against my forehead. Only in my dreams, he hadn’t let me walk away in my urine soaked panties. He had pulled that trigger.Every single night he pulled the trigger over and over again.Weeks had passed since the day my whole world imploded. And I tried to skip back into my old life. I really tried, but nothing felt right. This wasn’t my home anymore.I went through the motions. I got up, showered, and dressed, I went to work every morning with a forced smile on my face. I even socialised with my flatmates and friends, and then I fell into bed and cried myself to sleep.I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t carry on living this half-life. “You can do this,” I told myself as I swiped the mascara over my lashes. “Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, you know.” My

CaliI kept myself together the entire time I was in the same small cramped room as Truth. I wasn’t sure how I had done it, but somehow I did.“Cali?” Layla’s voice was startled as I crashed through the front door. My legs buckled before I even had time to shut it, and I crumbled to the floor in a heap. Sobbing uncontrollably.“Cali.” My best friend in the world was there in a second. Kneeling beside me, she pulled my head into her dressing gowned breast. “Cali, what is it?”I couldn’t speak, I could barely breathe. All I could do was sob. Great wracking sobs that made my chest hurt and my throat sore. “Cali, come on babes. Talk to me.” Gently she pulled me to my feet, and I let myself be lifted. Just like I let myself be lead over to the sofa. Loosing one of my heels as I went. “What’s happened?” Layla’s hands went back around my shoulders.“Truth.” His name ripped out of my mouth. It was the only thing I could say.Layla’s eyes blazed. “Did he hurt you?” She looked around like he w

Cali“Are you sure this is going to be ok?” I couldn’t help but be nervous. Gemma’s tiny apartment was like a safety blanket. I didn’t want to leave behind. Going outside was risky. She might have said everyone was fine with me now, but that didn’t make it true. Gem wasn’t club. I doubted she had insider information. “Cali, you have been cooped up for two days. People are starting to notice that I have been coming home straight from work.” She gave me a pointed look, and I couldn’t help it, I giggled.“You are such a party animal.” I rolled my eyes. “You knows it.” Her laughter joined mine, but she sobered almost instantly. “Seriously Cali, you need fresh air. We could take a walk. Maybe go and get coffee or “ her eyes found mine. “Maybe we could go to Cooks?”“No.” That was the last place I wanted to go to. I was more likely to run into Truth there then anyway else. What a walking talking contradiction. I had come here to talk to him, but now I was here. I was petrified. “Not Cook

Cali“My stuff.” I couldn’t help it. My feet took me to the pink wig still sat on Truths bedside table. The wig I had thought I would never see again. I had assumed he would have thrown it out. But then again I had thought a lot of things. I had never expected to see Truth again, let alone be in his bedroom with him looking at me the way he was. Like I was some sort of wild animal that he was afraid of scaring away. “You kept my stuff?”He gave a sort of half shrug, his shoulders moving up and down. It was a nervous gesture. His eyes never left me, though as I ran my hand through the silky strands.“I was kind of hoping you would be back.” He leant back, his weight on his arms on the bed as he stared at me. There were so many questions in his eyes. All of them unspoken. In the weeks I had known him, Truth had never lied to me. As far as I was aware anyway but there had been a lot he hadn’t said. I had thought our relationship was just two people letting off steam, hell I had lied ab