Chapter Twenty-Three
Wraith
I’m sporting hickeys the next day and I wear them proudly like I do my tattoos.
Said hickeys is his mark on me in my eyes and I wear his mark all over my abs and collarbone.
A mark I never want to leave my body, a mark I want to take with me to the grave.
I don’t bother putting on shirt when I leave my guy sleep in the bed to make myself some coffee.
I’d make him coffee but he doesn’t drink coffee nor tea so I’ll just let him sleep and make him breakfast when he wakes up.
“Shit someone got some romantic love yesterday or sometime last night.” Fritzi says before taking sip from his mug as I walk into the kitchen.
“Shut up, Fritzi.” Frani says with a frown in her brow.
Walking over to her I smooth out the frown with the pad of my thumb and kiss her forehead. She smiles before taking a bite of her oatmeal.
“I don’t know if I should applaud you, envy you, wish to be you, or what, fuck!” Fritzi says.
I flip him off and head to the cupboard that houses the coffee. Dad walks in with the worst case of bed head and his pants low on his hips, no shirt.
“Ugh, dad pull up your pants, ew.” Frani says with a frown on her face.
“Sorry.” Dad says, pulling his pants up. “I was up late last night on the phone with Julian and am functioning on a couple of hours of sleep.”
“Doing what?” Frani asks.
“I have a plan, it’s time for this petty bullshit to end with Jamie and his family’s business.” Dad said.
“A plan?” Fritzi asks, taking a seat next to Frani.
“Yep, but we’ll need our bikes and to get some supplies.” Dad explains, grabbing a pan.
I continue to make my coffee as I listen to what my father is saying.
“We’ll start off small, starting with Ezmereldain De’Verde.” He continues.
My ears perk at the mention of the bastard gang.
“Whoo-hoo, we’re finally going to have some fun after being cooped up for what feels like decades!” Fritzi shouts, clapping his hands excitedly.
“Fuck Fritzi!” Frani exclaims. “Calm down and it’s only been a couple days since we’ve been here.”
“Really, it feels like it’s been a couple decades to me.” he shrugs.
“Ugh.” Frani shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
“So, when we finish breakfast we need to roll out.” Dad says.
He looks me directly in the eye and says,
“We’ll leave your boy and his friend here for safety reasons. Once we’re finished with my plan we’ll come back to get them.”
“Are we coming back here or are we able to go home now?” Frani asks.
“With Julian on our side I think we’ll be fine to go home.” Dad responds.
“Nice.” Frani says. “I love bunking with Brunelle but there’s nothing like sleeping in your own bed.”
“Awe thanks, Fran.” Brunelle smiles as she enters the kitchen.
Grey Eyes follows right behind her. He looks at me and his eyes fall to my collarbone where his hickey’s rests on my flesh.
He shies away and tries to walk away from me but I beckon for him.
He shakes his head at me and I narrow my eyes, using them to communicate with him without speaking.
Daring him to disobey me. He thinks before he begins to walk my way.
Once he’s in my reach I grab him and pull him into my lap.
Resting my chin on his shoulder I whisper in his ear,
“Good morning beautiful.”
He smiles and squirms in my lap a little.
“Good morning.”
“You hungry?” I ask.
He nods.
“What would you like this morning?” I ask.
He looks me in the eyes, his own sparkling.
“Surprise me baby.” He says.
The entire world ceases to exists, my heartbeat stuttering. The Dark Angel in me grinning a wicked grin, his wings fluttering with delight.
“Baby? Damn I might have bend you over the island and fuck you like I did yesterday.” I growl in his ear.
He freezes and I think I see him blushing...
I gasp dramatically.
“Is that—are you... blushing?” I ask.
He tries to pull up and get out of my lap but I move quickly and wrap my arm around his waist. He huffs a little, recovering from the way our bodies collide.
“Stop, your family and friends are in here.” He whispers harshly.
I shrug nonchalantly.
“So.”
“So—can you just cook me breakfast please.”
I stare at him for a moment before winking at him.
“Sure thing Grey Eyes.” I say.
I tap his butt a little and he slides off my lap and I begin to make him breakfast.
***
“This is fucking exciting.” Frani says as she grabs a bucket of gasoline.
I smirk as I play with the bag of zip ties in my hand.
“Tell me about it.” I say. “What else is on the list?”
Frani pulls out her phone and looks at the list.
“Well, we have the gasoline, zip ties, and gag, so all we have left to pick up is rope and some chains.” she replies.
“Let’s go.” I say.
Heading to where the rope is in the store I see a little boy standing in the middle of the aisle, staring at me. I growl at him and he giggles before running down another aisle.
“I’d scold you for growling at that baby, but he seemed to like it if his giggles were any indication.” Frani says.
I smirk as we approach the wall full of different types of ropes the hardware store supplies. My eyes gravitate to the grey rope.
“Let’s get this this one, it’s sixty yards of rope and...”
Handing Frani the zip ties I grab the rope and pull on it, testing its sturdiness.
“Pretty sturdy.”
“And pretty grey, if you ask me, don’t ya think?” Frani asks sarcastically, with a smile on her face. “It matches your aura.”
I put the rope against my face.
“Goes well with my complexion, don’t you think?” I ask.
Frani rolls her eyes and snatches the rope from me and we head to get the chain.
She doesn’t let me pick the chain and once we make sure we got everything Dad sent us out to get we check out.
When we make it outside I put the stuff in my backpack and we head to our bikes.
In a parked next to my bike is the boy I saw in the store, staring at me once again.
I wave at him this time before making a scary face at him.
“Hiya kid.” I said when I notice his window is down.
He smiles, his entire face lighting up.
“Bike!” he points at my motorcycle. “It go vroom!”
I chuckle.
“It does.” I nod.
I put my helmet on and flip the visor up.
“You want to rev it?” I ask.
He tilts his head to the side, confusion clear in his expression.
“Let me rephrase, you want to make it go vroom?” I ask.
His face lights up and he nods eagerly before turning to face someone else in the car. That’s when I notice an elderly man in the driver seat, looking down at something.
“Grandpa, can I, can I, please!?” he asks.
“Huh, what?” the man looks up frantically.
“Make the bike go vroom!” the boy shouts a grin so big on his face I’m surprised his face doesn’t crack.
The man turns his head to look at me. I salute him.
“Yeah, I guess you can.” He tells his grandson.
Eagerly the boy opens the car door and runs to me. Crouching down I pick up the rascal and hoist him on my hip. Reaching for my keys I turn on my bike.
“Yay!” the boy cheers at the roar of the bike.
“What’s your name kid?” I ask.
“Theodore.” He responds.
“Nice to meet you Theodore, I’m Wraith.” I hold my fist out for him to knock.
He fist bumps me before reaching for the lever on my bike. Chuckling I lower him to the lever and he grabs it immediately and revs the bike.
“VROOM, VROOM!” he shouts along with the bike.
I laugh and stand up straight. Looking at his grandfather I see him laughing as well.
“Ah, this boy is a motorcycle fanatic.” The man said. “The only member in the family that’s an adrenaline junkie, always have to watch him.”
“Grandpa, I made it go vroom!” he shouts excitedly.
Sitting Theodore on his feet he runs back into the car, shaking his grandfathers shoulders. The man just laughs.
“Thank you for that.” He says. He looks back at Theodore. “You’ve made his day.”
I smile and nod.
“Hey Theodore!” I say.
“Yes?”
“You like motorcycles?” I ask.
“Yeah, I want to have one when I’m big, like you.” He responds.
“That’s awesome, you keep that goal in mind.” I say. “It’s nice to meet fellow riders.”
I wink at him and he exits the car again to come hug me. I stumble back by his surprisingly strong force.
“Thank you for letting touch your bike, big man.” He says.
I hug him back before picking him up and letting him rev my bike again. He shrieks in delight, his mouth agape. I put him down and his grandfather calls him in the car.
“You buckled up back there?” the man asks.
“Yes grandpa.”
The man gives me a warm smile and wave.
“Stay safe young man and...” he stretches his neck to look behind me. “Young lady.”
I completely forgot my sister was behind me.
“You too, sir.” Frani says.
He then pulls out of his parking spot and out of the parking lot. I turn around to see Frani grinning at me.
“Wow, I didn’t think there was a heart underneath all those tattoos of yours.” She says. “But he’s a softie for children, how adorable?!”
“Fuck you Frani.” I say, getting on my bike.
She laughs, getting on hers. I flip her off before we head home so we can move to step two of Dads plan.
About five minutes in our ride home I notice a green motorcycle pull up beside us at a red light.
Out of curiosity I check the bike out because the green is a pretty, shiny green the sunlight catches perfectly and notice the plate on the bike says ‘Verde’.
My mind goes back to that night Grey Eyes and I went for a late-night slash early morning ride on my bike.
I don’t want to cause a scene and shoot the rider because of me jumping to conclusions so I continue to study the bike before studying the rider.
He’s dressed from head to toe, not an ounce of skin showing.
His gloves show a hint of green throughout his entire black outfit.