Page 12 of Marked By Myth

Cowboy led me toward the bar and ordered two drinks before he walked me over to the back of the clubhouse, where the pool table was. For a moment, I caught myself remembering the time Myth had me bent over that table when the boys were out on a run.

It couldn’t be the same table, surely.

Why was I even thinking about this?

Fang joined us and soon I found myself falling into an easy conversation with the both of them. They kept all talk about Myth and my London life out of it, and we just reminisced about the good old days, before Myth became Prez, and we ran around like kids with no rules.

It was nice.

Cowboy was halfway through talking when I felt it. The intense feeling of being watched again. I tried to push past it but it was intense, and when Fang suddenly stopped talking and his smile dropped, I knew he was there.

Watching.

“Maybe I should go,” I said to them.

“No, darlin’,” Cowboy said, taking my now empty glass. “You’re here to celebrate Camo. You’re more than welcome, you always have been.”

I offered him what I hoped was a comforting smile, but I could feel the tension in my body. Cowboy was right. I was here for Camo, as were half the people here. Myth could suck a lemon for all I cared.

After a few drinks, I could feel myself getting a little looser. The tightness in my body was softening, almost like I didn’t have to hold myself back. I forgot how easy it was to be here, to be around these men who have known me since I was in my late teens.

I hated to think of it as home, but it was.

It was also the place that broke me.

Just like the man currently staring a hole into my back.

Cowboy returned with another round, but Fang remained quiet. It was unnerving, but I knew the hold Myth had over his men. It was the change in him that had fractured our relationship. He’d had to become his father when he became president. Shoes that needed to be filled and filled well. I hadn’t been ready for it.

Neither of us had.

The truth of it was I didn’t want to share him with the club. I’d only just gotten him to myself. I was selfish and hadn’t bothered to ask how it was for him. Instead, I had given him hell.

In my defence, we were young.

The universe didn’t want us together. I had to believe in that. I had to believe everything happened for a reason or I’d be lost with what I went through.

“You’re going back, aren’t you?” Fang asked me.

I nodded. “It’s where my life is.”

“Why’d you come back then?”

“I had to…for Camo.”

“Sure, but you didn’t have to come tonight.”

“In case you forgot, Levi, you told me it wasn’t a request.”

His smirk lifted a little. “Since when do you listen to demands?”

He was right. I never did, neither did Myth. It was why we’d been so drawn to each other back then. Both troublemakers, both of us wild and reckless.

When did I stop being that person? I had become Beck’s yes-woman and even though I rebelled when I could, it was never vocal. The boys would be horrified to see who I had become in London.

“Why don’t you tell me about you, Levi?” I changed the subject before I admitted something I didn’t want to voice out loud. “Which one’s your ol’ lady?”

Cowboy chuckled and a loud bark of laughter came from someone who had sidled up to the group of us. He looked young, definitely too young for me to remember.