I ran away because I refused to deal with it anymore.
Lots of good that did me.
Instead of finishing my nursing degree, I ended up with a roommate whose life mirrored mine and her brother, who just happened to be the love of my life. Things were good at first, then one night changed everything.
The past always did have a way of finding its way back to the present. When they say the past never really leaves, they mean it. I couldn’t escape my past if I wanted to.
There was no place to hide.
There never would be.
Instead, my past barreled back into my life like a fucking wrecking ball, destroying everything I created and wanted.
Now, I was just trying to make it through the day.
Living in the M.C. world was not for the faint of heart. Women needed to be tough, resilient, and able to deal with anything life threw at them. It wasn’t pretty, and it was never easy. Life in the M.C. was messy and at times, downright painful. Growing up, I was conditioned to handle it all, and most times, I did. But when my husband lay on an operating table, barely hanging on to life, that was my limit.
I was done.
The time for silence was over.
Now, I would speak my mind, let all my secrets flow and watch the chaos unfold. Reaper wanted the truth. Well, he was going to get it. Every fucking juicy, crazy, sadistic detail. I didn’t believe in sugarcoating shit. That was for pussies. Nope, Reaper was going to get it all in a crash course of pure reality.
I had just made the turn for the on-ramp heading for the interstate when I spotted several bikes lining the road. Sighing, I pulled over.
I should have known.
Fucker never could stay out of my business.
Shutting off my car engine, I got out of my vehicle, leaned against the door, and waited. If he thought I was going to go to him, he had another thing coming. I wasn’t anyone’s bitch.
Seconds later, I said nothing as he cursed me to the moon and back.
“You’ve got golden balls of steel taking a fucking swing at me, Kitty. I ought to kick your fucking ass.”
“You’re not big enough.”
“You’re probably right, but we need to talk.”
“Then talk.”
“Remi’s not happy with the fucking black eye you gave me.”
“She’ll get used to it.”
“Damn it, Kitty. You know I could have you killed for what you did.”
“So, what’s stopping you?”
“My brother, for one,” Reaper seethed. “Plus, I don’t relish the idea of watching my niece grow up without a mother. Even if her mother is a fucking bitch.”
“You’ve already said that. Is there a point to this conversation because I’ve got things to do.”
“Where are you headed?”
“None of your business.”
Reaper grinned and leaned forward. His nose almost touching mine. “That’s where you’re wrong, Kitty. Everything about this club is my business, and that includes you.”