Page 6 of Marked By Myth

“It’s not about that. Of course I would want you to return for that, but why did you not book me a ticket with you?”

“Oh,” I replied, wondering the same thing. “Well, it was…you have that big merger coming up, you’re stressed. I didn’t want to add to that. I’ll be home the day after.”

“This is important enough for you to book a flight without telling me, then I should be there with you.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea you come, Beck.”

He looked as if I’d slapped him. “Why not?”

“Cam was…a part of that life. You’d be walking into a MC funeral.”

“I see,” he said, closing my laptop as if it had offended him. “And that doesn’t bother you? To walk into a MC funeral after all these years?”

“No, they were my friends once, and still are. I used to talk to Cam all the time, and Grace, his wife.”

I don’t know why I felt the need to add that in. Grace and I were friendly, sure, but it was Cam who I was friends with.

“Look, I’m just after your best interests, Roxana. I don’t think you should go back to that life, even if it’s just for a funeral. They have links to watch funerals online now.”

It hurt for him to say it, it hurt more that I was close to agreeing with him, and looking to refund my ticket.

I thought of Cam, and what he would have wanted. “My mind is made up, Beck. I’m going.”

He nodded, but I could see the disappointment on his face. It hurt my chest to be the one to do that. “If you’re going back to that world, I expect you to call me every day, and you’re to come home right after. I don’t want you being lured into that world of debauchery again.”

“I already booked my return ticket.”

Beck kissed my mouth hard, which was unlike him. “Good. Now clean up and come to bed. If you’re leaving tomorrow, I best be getting a going away present.”

I forced a smile onto my face and watched him walk down the hall.

I lied.

I lied to his face.

I don’t know why, but I had actively only bought a single ticket, and lied to my fiancé about it.

Myth

The clubhouse was quiet today, the air around us somber with what was going to take place today. Fang was leading someone over to me.

“Prez, this is Creed from the Jacksonville chapter.”

I shook his proffered hand and let my VP head off, leaving me with a brother in arms from overseas. “Let’s talk in here.”

Creed followed me into Chapel. We both stood by the wall with all our photos of past brothers who were no longer with us, Camo being the latest to be put up this morning. It was hard to see his face on the wall, knowing I couldn’t call him at any time and talk like we used to.

“You good, Myth?” he asked, his American accent reminding me of my own father.

“Yeah, tough day.”

“Understandable. Thank you for letting us come. It’s unofficial, of course, I’m only here for my ol’ lady.”

“You’re welcome to join us after as well. We usually kick off a bonfire after eight.”

“I’ve heard the Australian chapters parties are well worth the raging hangover the next day,” Creed smirked toward me. “We may take you up on that.”

Creed continued to look along the wall and pointed to my old man.