Page 11 of Marked By Myth

“God no,” I spat out quickly. Too quickly. His grin got wider and he chuckled as he boxed me up against the wall.

“Liar,” he said, softly, in my ear. “Come to the wake.”

“No.”

“It wasn’t a request,” he offered. “Camo would have wanted you there.”

“That was low, even for you.”

He pushed off the wall, lowered his shades and shrugged. “I use what I gotta to get what I want. Come on, Rox, we miss you around here. One night isn’t going to kill you.”

Maybe it would be good for me. A way to show me that I was no longer in this world. That I didn’t belong. It wouldn’t take long for Myth to find a girl to bury his cock in and I’d be left to my own devices.

Why then did it burn inside when I thought of him being with someone else? It had been fifteen years, why did I care?

“All right.”

He nodded. “See you there.”

“Lev–Fang?”

He had made a move to leave, to head down to the bikes, when he turned around. “No, Rox. There’s never been anyone else, but you.”

How the hell did he know what I was going to ask?

Why did I want to ask that?

I was happy in London. I would return there after tomorrow, after I said goodbye to Grace. Right?

Fang ran down to his bike, and peeled out of the church parking lot, Myth at the front, and the boys all falling into formation, before the hearse was driven out, leaving me standing here alone, feeling like an absolute lovestruck fool.

This was going to be the worst decision of my life. But Fang was right. Cam would have wanted it this way. I just hoped Myth stayed the hell away from me.

I didn’t think I would survive him a second time.

Rox

The clubhouse hasn’t changed.

In fifteen years, it looked exactly the same, and that was mind blowing to me. The one thing that was different was the amount of people in here. The wake at Grace’s house has been calm, and respectable.

This was something different. Something…I was used to. It was so far from my life in London that I almost felt like I didn’t belong here.

“There you are,” I heard a familiar voice from behind me, before I felt an arm sling over my shoulders. “It’s been a goddamn age since I saw you, darlin’.”

I couldn’t help the smile that erupted over my face as I turned to see Grayson Bennett, otherwise known as Cowboy. He had on his signature cowboy hat and wide smile that I remembered well.

“Damn, Gray, I didn’t think you were still around.”

“That hurts, darlin’. I’m not that old.”

I smacked him playfully. “You know what I mean. I didn’t see you at the funeral.”

“Not my scene, darlin’, you know that. But I do know how to pay my respects in the RBMC way.”

I rolled my eyes which earned me a chuckle.

“Come on, we need drinks and then we need to catch up.”