Page 50 of Marked By Myth

“Wait—”

“Relax, and push your hulk back down,” Missy said, exasperatedly. “We’re bringing Fang with us.”

Myth turned to see Fang clambering out of the clubhouse, looking less than impressed. “You can send a prospect with them.”

“Fuck that. That’s your ol’ lady and we already know how much trouble Missy can get into. You can’t trust a prospect with that shit.”

“Fuck you!” Missy called out and I couldn’t help but laugh at the banter between her and Fang. Surely, there was something there. The sexual tension was off the charts.

“Behave, baby,” Myth said to me as he leaned down and kissed me hard.

“What could go wrong with me and the spider as her protection?” Missy asked. I stifled a chuckle as I heard Fang growl behind us.

“Fang,” he glowered at her.

“Jesus, the two of you put your petty shit away for an hour and look after my ol’ lady, would ya?”

“Aye, aye, cap’n,” Missy fake saluted him and led me toward a car parked by the gates. Fang ran forward, snatching the keys off Missy as she pulled them from her pocket.

“Ain’t no way I’m riding in the back with you two in front.”

Missy went to argue but it died when I noticed her checking Fang’s ass out in his jeans. Oh yeah, we were definitely going to unpack that later.

“What you need first, babe?” Missy asked once we were out of the compound.

“First things first,” I started. “I need to get my hair back to the way it was before.”

“Fuck…how long is this going to take?” Fang moaned from the front seat. Missy and I were in the back.

“All fucking day, errand boy, now zip your lip before I split your pretty face open like I did Belle’s.”

I stifled a laugh but soon the two of us realised we were both giggling and it turned into full bellied laughter. I hadn’t laughed like this, or felt close to anyone in years. It was nice.

And yet, I couldn’t help but think it was only brief. Something was going to ruin this.

It always did.

Myth

The boys were all sat in Church, waiting on Frenzy with his intel. I hated calling a service on a family day but sometimes it was needed, especially when the fucking Bloody Scorpions were on our asses.

Especially when they had threatened my ol’ lady.

The run yesterday had taken me away from the clubhouse all fucking night and by the time we rolled into the compound, Missy and Rox had already been gone, getting the supplies for today.

I missed her.

Fuck that sounded pathetic, but it was the only feeling I knew what to do anything with. I missed the fuck out of that woman, and it was killing me.

“What is it?” I asked Frenzy.

“No real movement,” he said. “But I did see some purchases of old warehouses all around Sydney, and even out toward Penrith.”

“Legit?”

“Seems it,” he said. “It’s flagged because they’re big warehouses, and are known for…the areas they’re in.”

“What areas?”