Chapter 7
Grey
I stared at the expense reports for Bliss, trying to get my head into the paperwork I needed to take care of.
But that wasn’t where my head was at.
No, it was on my sister.
Which was why I placed the reports down on the desk and tagged my phone.
For the next ten minutes, I knew that I was twisting my phone back and forth, back and forth.
Did I call the clinic over on Havenship Lane and ask if my sister checked herself in?
Or did I just let it fucking be?
Let it all just fucking be?
I didn’t fucking know.
I tossed my phone down onto the desk, leaned back in the black leather chair, and closed my eyes.
Bringing up the main reason why I wouldn’t walk away from my sister.
“Bubby, here, take it.” My little sister tried.
I shook my head at her and tried to smile, “No. I’m okay.”
“Bubby, you're cold. Your teef are chatting.” She said as she tried to hand me her blanket.
Our mother forgot to pay the bill again.
And she forgot to pay it during the coldest week in the coldest month we had. Freaking January.
I was backed up into the one corner we had that was farthest away from any drafty windows, and the only room in our small trailer that didn’t have a hole in the roof.
The closet.
I shook my head. “You’re little, Kacie. You're more important. You wrap up tight with it. Okay?”
She shook her head.
Thankfully, after going back and forth with her, she kept the blanket.
And ever since the day I was born, up until that day, and since... no one has cared whether I was cold or not, and wanted to do anything about it.
I leaned forward in the chair and tagged my phone, scrolled to the number I had found, and pressed the button.
I put the phone on speaker as I rested my head in my hands.
“Havenship Clinic, this is Myranda. How can I help you?” a woman asked.
“Yeah, I’m calling to see if Kacie Adams checked in,” I said.
“Date of birth?” she asked.
I shared it.
Then I heard some clicking on a keyboard, and then I heard an inhale of breath.
I winced.
I could only imagine what caused that inhale of breath.
Then, hesitantly, she shared, “Well, she is actually banned from our clinic.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Your relation?” she asked.
I sighed, “I’m her brother.”
She seemed to take a beat, then she shared, “She was banned from our clinic for trying to score drugs from five of our doctors who volunteer here.”
“Trying to score drugs?” I asked.
“With umm... well...” she stopped talking.
“Her body,” I said without any emotion.
“Yes. She was asked to leave the first time... and then the other four times, we’ve had to call the cops.”
I nodded.
What the fuck else could I do?
After I told her thank you for your time, I hung up.
“Sorry, brother,” I heard.
My head lifted to see Nuke standing there in the doorway.
His arms were crossed as he leaned into the frame.
I sighed, “How much did you hear?”
“Most of it. What do you want to do?” he asked.
I chuckled, “What the fuck can I do? Detox? Tried it. Cut her off? I can’t. Changed my locks? Tried it. Let her sit in jail? Tried it. What else can be done?”
I stared into his dark eyes.
Eyes that seemed to be grounded. The kind of eyes that observed everything. And I had a feeling that it was more than anyone knew.
Perhaps that was why he was our president.
“Ease her suffering brother... the permanent way.” Nuke shared.
I locked my eyes with his. “She was your last family member... what would you do?”
He stared at me, then he pulled a packet of cigarettes from the inside of his kutte, shook one out, flipped his zippo, and lit one of them.
Then he took a pull from his cigarette and shared, “Ease their suffering.”
I stared at him and sighed.
I didn’t know if I could do that.
Just then, Wolf’s face appeared behind Nuke.
I lifted a brow at him.
The fucker was smirking.
And I knew that in that moment, that he was glad he had been allowed to grow his hair out to suit the special missions he took, but that was neither here nor there, because he ran his hand through his hair just then, as he asked, “Yo, VP?”
I smirked, “Yeah?”
“Got a woman at the bar, thinking she needs someone to talk to. Merlin sent me.” He shared, also he shared a smirk of his own on his face.
“Why you coming to me for?” I asked him as I glanced at the expense sheet for the strip club, hoping that now that I had gotten confirmation on my sister, that I could focus on work.
He sighed, and I looked up to see him running his hand through his shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair yet again, which he started to let down when he was behind the bar.
“Because, VP, ain’t seen a woman look that sad in… well… in I don’t know how long.”
Sighing, I laid the papers on my desk I was looking over, pulled off my glasses, laid them down on the papers, then with a nod I stood.
Wolf left.
Nuke clapped me on the back as he followed me into the main part of the clubhouse.
It was halfway packed, given the time of day it was, and seeing as we opened the clubhouse to the public one day a week, I knew we would be slammed in about half an hour or less.
But that wasn’t the only thing that my mind was on.
No... it was on the creature that had stolen my train of thought, who was sitting at the bar.
Sitting at the bar with a pale pink dress on.
And not the kind of dress one would see at a strip club.
No... the kind of dress one would see at prom, or a wedding, or hell, I don’t know, some kind of special event.
Definitely not at a bar.
Definitely not at a bar that belonged to an MC.
Definitely not at a bar that belonged to an MC that was a one-percenter motorcycle club.
Fuck.
Me.
***
And when she obviously felt something in the air shift, she tilted her head to the side... no fucking way.
It was her.
The girl who had stolen my every train of thought at the sight of her outside of Palmero’s.
I wondered if I could get an order of chili cheese fries delivered.
I would know that body anywhere. Cause it was the same body I had been dreaming about for weeks now.
That light blonde hair was pulled back in some sort of fashion atop her head.
The same woman who had knocked me on my ass with a single statement.
Fuck.
Me.
And in that moment, something slammed into me, cementing to my very core.
She was utter perfection.
And at the sight of that utter perfection, my body moved without thought.
My hand came up and rubbed circles over my heart.
Cause it just skipped a beat.