“Bitch,” she says with a laugh. God, I missed my sister. The past two weeks have been hell on her. I’m so glad that Viper is going to be ok and that she has something to keep her occupied. We were supposed to be heading back to school next week, but dad convinced us that we need to stay put, for our own safety. I called school yesterday and withdrew us from classes due to a family emergency.
“Hey, baby,” is whispered in my ear before Asher places a kiss on my neck. God, the way this man makes me feel is like no other.
“Hey, babe. What’s the plan for today?” I ask, hoping he will tell me something.
“Going on a run, be back this evening,” He states vaguely. This is the part I hate, the not knowing.
“Ok. Please be careful and come home to me,” I beg.
He pulls me up, wrapping me in his warm arms. This is my happy place.
“Always, baby. Be good and no funny business”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I reply cocking my eyebrow.
“Damn, woman. You’re going to be the death of me,” He says before placing a kiss on my lips. Pulling back, he gives my ass a good swat before leaving the clubhouse with a few brothers following.
I’m not a religious woman, but I send a prayer to whoever is listening to bring my man and his brethren’s home safely.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Capone
Church this morning was cryptic and quite unsettling. The tension between Viper, his father and Ace was thick. We all felt it, we all noticed it. Viper threatened to go Rouge for fuck sake and that’s a sign shits getting rough. They need to pull their heads in and fast. We are a fucking brotherhood and right now we are acting like the old isn’t wanting a part of the new. Push all they want, Viper goes Rogue and a few of us, me included, will ride Rogue with him. Such threats were spoken this morning.
Ace screamed at him, “Do you want this boy?” Pointing to his president patch I sat stock fucking still.
Viper answered with, “No, I want to help with a change, that’s it. A vison for something better. Stronger. More solid than this turf war bullshit that’s going on.”
We all agree with Viper the old boys just need to see it. Wise guy even spoke up defending Viper and trying to make his old-time friends see some reason. They are talking now while the boys and I ride out on a run.
Taking Saylor into my arms squeezing her ass tight kissing her lips burning all of her into my memory it’s a long ride out tonight hundreds of miles with nothing but road ahead of me and her sweet taste on my lips while she dances through my mind.
“This is the part I hate the most.” Her eyes sad and her bottom lip quivers.
“I know, babe. I’ll be back before you know it.” Kissing her forehead, I can’t look at the hurt in her eyes without buckling.
“Before we were together it was difficult. This time though, this time will be torture.” I feel her tense as I run my fingers down her spine the way she likes.
“Babe, I’m going on a run and I’ll be back before you know it. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Pulling her head back so her eyes meet mine.
“Promise me you will come back.” I laugh kissing her hard and rough taking all I can of her.
“Babe, it’s a run not a war.” Winking at her I pull my cut on over my hoodie. The hood up over my head my skull scarf over my nose and mouth placing on my helmet and glasses she stands beside me her little body shaking as night sets in.
“Go inside, babe,” I say behind my scarf. She shakes her head looking at me, her eyes sad and it pains me this world is hard core. She knows it and I live it. This is why I never wifed up, and now that I have her I wanna wife her ass up something fierce. But seeing that look in her eyes hurts a lot more than I ever thought it would.
“You’re either on my fucking side, beside me or in my fucking way. I warn you to choose wisely too.” That’s Viper’s voice I hear as I straddle my bike as pulling my gloves on. I see him hobble from the clubhouse threading his arms into his AOS hoodie with his cut in his hand. Fresh blood dotting the white of his t-shirt, he’s torn something while struggling into his clothing. Senna is hot on his heels. His mother, father, even Ace is right behind her.
“Viper, don’t you dare!” She yells at him. He stops next to his bike, placing his own skull scarf over his face, pulling it down, sitting it around his neck while he places his helmet on.
“You riding out Brother?” I question him pulling my scarf down so my words aren’t muffled.
“What does it fucken look like!” he barks while his eyes are wild.
“No, he isn’t,” Mrs. W snaps
“Oh yes, I am. Let’s go.” Snapping his fingers at us. We all just stay on our bikes. Flame is mid thrust onto his kick stand, and I am just eyeing my brother.
