20. Chapter 20
Rox
“You have the club girls fucking scared,” Missy said as she laughed when I grabbed the last box from the clubhouse. “It’s fucking great.”
I could hardly help the smile on my face either.
It had been a couple of days since the shit went down with Belle.
She’d been banished from the clubhouse, but I’d told them she could keep her job at the club-owned strip club, Throttle Dolls.
I was feeling generous, after all, I’d broken two ribs and her wrist.
“Good,” I said, closing the boot of Missy’s car. “This is the last of them, yeah?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Did you tell Myth what you’re doing?”
“No,” I sighed. “I want to surprise him. He and I…there’s so much shit there. I feel like this is the best way to show him that I’m serious.”
She nodded. “Need any help? I got a free day.”
“Why don’t you go and see if Fang needs any help on his bike?
” I asked, smirking as I watched her smile fall at the mention of Fang.
She turned her head over to where Fang was working on his bike.
She’d been avoiding the area as much as possible, and I knew it was because he was shirtless and greasy, and well, what some would call a wet dream.
Not me though. He was like a brother to me, but I knew Missy had a thing for him.
Even if she denied it wholeheartedly.
“Whatever,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “I think I can go help Ink at the shop anyway. He’s always needing someone to come by and clean up.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Missy blew me a kiss and headed over to the row of bikes. She had a car, which I’d been borrowing the last few days as I made my way into giving Myth the best damn surprise I could, but I also knew she preferred her bike.
As she rode out of the lot, I looked over at Fang. He had watched her go, a longing in his gaze that I recognised. Why the hell couldn’t the two of them work things out? There had to be a story there, but no one seemed to want to talk about it.
Fuck it.
I had my own shit to deal with first. Then…then they would be on my radar. Jumping in the car, I drove out of the compound, heading toward the house.
Days.
For days, I’d been slowly moving my boxes that he had so eloquently had sent here from the Nottingham chapter of the Royal Bastards over to our old house.
He still owned it, but everything had been covered up.
Missy told me he stopped living there after a few years, right around the time I had gone to London. It broke my heart.
But I had loved this house. I’d chosen it because of the proximity to the clubhouse, but also because it was away from there. It was ours. Pulling into the driveway, I opened up the front door of the house and started to unpack the boxes from the car and carry them to the front door.
Once they were all transferred, I set the keys down on the bureau in the hall and started pulling all the sheets down to reveal our furniture. Memories flooded through me at how excited we had been to have our own place. Our own furniture that reflected our tastes.
Fuck, how could I have been so stupid?
We’d lost fifteen years because I’d been so hurt. If I’d just spoken to him, we could have worked it out. I knew now how much he loved me. Maybe, we were right together but the time was wrong.
Now was our time.
Fuck the past.
Setting to work, I started to open up boxes and pull out the items that would work in this house. I needed a broom, vacuum and some Ajax and wipes. I was going to prove to Myth that we were it.
We’d make it work.
And I’d do it by fixing this house up and proving that to him.
The door opened, a slow creak alerting me to someone coming here. Fuck had he seen me leave?
I thought he’d still been passed out from the run he’d been on last night.
“Babe, can’t you ever let me surprise—”
My smile dropped as I looked over at someone I hadn’t seen in years. Not since high school.
“Johnny?”
“Ain’t no one called me that in a while.”
My eyes drifted down to his kutte. Notch was embroidered onto a patch over his left breast, and the other side had the Bloody Scorpions logo on it.
Fuck.
“You’re a scorpion.”
“Yeah, baby, I am. You should have stayed gone, Roxana.”
I was backing up, trying to reach for my phone in my back pocket, but it was still in the car. Fuck.
“Are you going to make this hard on us?”
“Us?”
Just then, another man stepped up behind him. His name was Calypso, and he was Notch’s vice president. Suddenly, I felt foolish for coming here alone. I should have told Missy, or even one of the boys.
Fuck.
“Johnny…you don’t have to do this.”
“Yeah, Roxy, I do,” he said. “Come on. Get in the car.”
“You think I’m just going to willingly go with you?” I replied, trying to find something behind me to use as a weapon.
“Enough,” he barked. “Calypso, get her.”
I spun on my heel and ran, heading for the kitchen where I knew we had some kind of weapons stashed. Or we used to. I felt hands on my wrist, pulling me back. I slammed into a hard body, a hand wrapping around my mouth and nose, his other wrapping around my throat and squeezing.
“Shh, let your body go,” Calypso said in my ear. “You’re not going to want to feel what we do to you next. Trust me.”
Fear and panic wound tightly in my chest, but he was too strong. Every kick, every nudge, it was getting harder to move. My vision was blurring, before everything went dark.