Page 26 of Marked By Myth

There, on the bedside table. I tapped the screen but it was dark. Oh good, it’s off. Which meant Beck was probably losing his ever loving mind. I’d never hear the end of it, and then he’d see my new ink and freak out. He’d probably book the appointment to get the ink removed. Lord knew he had tried with my other pieces already.

Pulling my hair up in a messy bun, I moved out of the bedroom and into the clubhouse main room. No one was around except for a few club girls and some of the non-officer patched members.

A woman was working behind the bar that I recognised from last night. She was on the phone, paying attention to whoever was on the other line.

Fuck it.

It’s not like I needed to leave a goddamn note. Marching outside, I was assaulted with the fresh smell of BBQ, my stomach grumbling. When was the last time I ate?

Fuck that. I could eat at the airport. I just needed to get away from the Royal Bastards compound.

Heading toward the gate, I noticed a young guy in the gatehouse.

“Open it up.”

He looked at me, then at his friend, and back at me. “Um. We’re on orders not to let you leave.”

“Why? You don’t even know who I am.”

“You’re prez’s ol’ lady,” the other one said. “Gave us a picture and all. Sorry. He’s on a run, he’ll be back soon and then you can talk.”

“Fucking open this gate now, you pissweak little fucking ant before I stomp on you.”

“Whoa,” the first little bitch boy said, throwing his hands up in defense. “We’re just the messengers, lady. Take it up with the Prez.”

“Open the gate.”

I was losing my patience with these miscreants already. Funny how being back here had given me back the spine I had been lacking these past few years.

“Sorry, ma’am.”

“Did you just call me ma’am?” I bit back, lowering my gaze to the fuckwit, who finally had the brains to look worried.

“Uh…Rox…”

“Open the goddamn gate, prospect.”

“Miss…”

“Fine, but what happens next is on you.”

I marched back inside, enraged now. The one thing about my relationship with Myth, he trusted me. He told me everything and I'd known him since he was sixteen. If he was anything, he was a creature of habit. Moving around the room, I looked for his lockbox. That’s when I saw it.

The note on the other bedside table with a glass of water and painkillers.

Be my good girl and get some rest. We’ll talk when I’m back.

Don’t even try to leave. The boys are under strict instruction not to let you.

And they listen to their Prez.

Hope you like the new ink.

Adrian x

My fury was building and I could hardly hold back anymore. I scrunched up the note and tossed back the painkillers with the water, before I searched for his lockbox.

There, under a basket of laundry he never put away—typical—was his beloved box of goodies. I moved to the codebox and entered our wedding date, boom.