Techie helped me adopt a constitution and structure for the foundation. We have all the necessary government permits, and while I am exhausted, it’s a satisfying kind of exhaustion.
Recoil’s popularity is skyrocketing, with Danger becoming quite the heartthrob amongst his fans. It’s a reality I’m slowly getting used to, but damn, is it tough not to show a twinge of jealousy at times. Watching the girls hang on his every word can be unsettling, especially since we are not officially together.
With the time I’ve invested into the foundation and wanting to be with the band whenever I can, I find I’m spending less time at the club.
I want to leave.
My time there has run its course.
It’s become clear that my presence isn’t valued like it once was, and club members, except for Techie, barely acknowledge me now that I’m no longer serving a purpose for them.
I roll over in the bed next to Danger, and he smiles, running his hand up and down my arm. He kisses my head, and I sigh.
“Something on your mind?” he asks.
I swallow hard, wondering how he might take what I’m about to say, but I figure there’s no point in holding back, and I just need to say it. “Okay, so I’ve been thinking…”
He stiffens slightly. “Yeah?”
“How would you feel about me leaving the club for good? Coming with you guys when you leave on your tour of Australia and spending all my time with you while working on the foundation from the road? I could still manage the merch stands that way?” I blurt out, the words almost running together — I am talking that fast.
His Adam’s apple rises and falls when he swallows hard. “I mean, I’d love that, really—”
“But?” I interrupt, anxious for him to finish.
Danger wipes some hair from my face. “But… first of all, I need to talk to the guys.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything less… and secondly?”
He exhales, slumping his shoulders. “Will the brothers let you leave the MC and walk away?”
“Yes. But if I do… there’snogoing back.”
He turns, rolling over on top of me, and presses me into the bed as I squeal from the sudden movement, the corner of his lips turning up in a slight smile. “You would be out of that fucking club for good? Away from those no-good assholes treating you like you’re worthless to them?”
His tone and clear distaste for the club take me back for a moment. My natural instinct is to go on the attack. To defend my brothers and tell Danger that they’re my family. That they have given me a home and supported me.
He stares at me in confusion when I hesitate and don’t reply immediately, but it’s because I am running the gauntlet in my mind.
My first instinct was to protect the Savages.
But there’s a reason they’re called Satan’s Savages.
Because theyarefucking savages.
I slowly begin to nod, with a smile creeping up on my face. “I’d finally be free,” I whisper.
A bright smile lights his face, and he leans down, slamming his lips to mine, kissing me hard and rough, and it takes me by surprise. My hands move around his back, feeling his muscles clench when he rocks into me, and I moan into his mouth, his tongue ring assaulting my tongue.
He pulls back, locking eyes with me. “If there’s one thing I want, it’s for you to walk away from the Satan’s Savages. If you want to come on tour with us, then pack your bags and leave that life behind.”
“Ever the romantic.”
He scoffs. “You’re worth more, so much more than what they show you. You’re not a stripper, Lunar. You’re Annalise, thesavvy businesswoman and entrepreneur. You’re gonna do great things untied from their leash.”
“You sayin’ I’m a dog?” I tease.
“Of course not. I’m saying that club is holding you back. Restraining you. When you cut the leash, you’ll be free to be who you are, who youneedto be. Not who theywantyou to be.”
