I’m not listening to a fucking word that’s being said. My head’s fucking spinning. I’m so fucking mad at myself. I can’t believe I kept her fucking underwear. The woman was incredible, I’ll give her that, but she doesn’t deserve a space inmy head. No fucking woman does. They’re all after one fucking thing, your patch.
“Earth to Wrath. Are you fucking listening?”
My head shoots up to face Knuckles. The entire room is watching me.
“What’s wrong, you fail to make your girl happy last night?”
The room erupts into laughter. Fuckhead thinks he’s funny.
“Fuck you, arsehole. She was plenty satisfied.”
Growling from both ends of the table has my head spinning back and forth. Both Griff and Juggler are giving me daggers. I smirk at Griff then shrug my shoulders.
“What? She was.”
“So fucking satisfied she snuck out of here at six am?” Juggler bites out. His voice low. He stares at me waiting for me to respond. I don’t. What the fuck am I meant to say to that. I wondered what time she left. I’m pissed that she felt like she needed to sneak out, I would have taken her home.
But maybe it was for the best though. At least this way there was no awkward morning-after conversation. I drop my head, not really wanting to get into it. I don’t like how it’s making me feel knowing that she snuck out.
“Wrath.” I look up at Knuckles.
“Yes, Prez.”
“How would you feel about riding straight on to London? You said most of your shit was packed. I can have the prospects drive it all down to you in a day or two?”
I sit up straighter, wishing I’d been paying more attention before now.
“Sorry, have I missed something?” I look from Knuckles to Nitro and back again, waiting for one of them to respond.
“No, you haven’t missed anything,” Nitro states. “But you said you were more than happy to come to London. And my SAA is getting tired of doing both roles. I want to get my club in orderbefore any shit blows back on us from the trouble in Glasgow. I’d like for you to ride with us tomorrow, but if you wanna head back to Manchester first?” He leaves the sentence hanging, waiting for me to respond.
I look at Knuckles, who just stares at me without giving any indication of how he feels. He’s leaving the choice up to me, just like he left the choice to move to London up to me. I give him a small nod and he smiles in return.
“I’ll ride back with you tomorrow. Prez?”
“Yeah?” Both Nitro and Knuckles answer at the same time.
I chuckle but shake my head. “You’re not quite my Prez just yet Nitro.”
I turn to face Knuckles. “I figured I’d be leaving not long after we got back. Everything I need is packed up in my room ready to go. Can you get it down to me this weekend?”
“Maybe a few of us can ride down with the prospects,” Brick pipes up, “Make a weekend of it, say good fucking riddance properly.” He laughs at himself. He's making a joke of it, but I know he’s going to miss me. Brick and I have been friends for a long time. After Nitro left for London, Brick and I rose up the ranks together. It’s going to be strange not seeing his face every day.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I tell him. He gives me a small smile then turns back to Knuckles, who gives the go-ahead.
The rest of the meeting is spent discussing the plans for Mad Dogs funeral next week, but my mind wanders to her. I thought I’d fuck her out of my system. I thought once would be enough. It’s a good thing I’m heading to London tomorrow. The sooner I put some serious distance between me and her the sooner I can stop thinking about her.
Chapter
Sixteen
I hated leaving so soon after Dad got home. But I needed to get back to Manchester. As soon as I emailed my resignation letter in, my boss at the paper asked me to help him find someone to fill my role.
Two hours into my drive and I need to stop for a pee and drink. A few minutes later I pull into the next service station.
As I stand off to the side waiting for my coffee, I hear the distinct rumble of Harley’s. Instinctively I look out of the window, I’ve never seen The Soulless Knights outside of Newcastle, hell I didn’t even know they had a chapter in Manchester, so I don’t know why I’m suddenly wondering if it’s them.
It’s not of course. It’s just some older guys not associated with any club enjoying the warm weather. As I watch them get off their bikes and stand around chatting my mind wanders back to Wrath and the morning, I left him.
