Maybe when all this shit was over and the threat was gone, I would get on my bike and ride off into the sunset. Too easy. I could do it, too. I had no obligations, no one who would miss me. Everyone that mattered to me was better off now.
Well, all but one. I thought as I watched her walk towards the shed.
I’d been avoiding her.
Giving her space.
I still didn’t know what to say to her.
Then again, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t here to pick up where we left off.
That was a long time ago.
So far in the past, it was a distant memory left in the wind of the sands of a time.
Sometimes it felt as if it had never happened.
But it did.
She wore the scars.
Her constant reminder.
Mine were in the nightmares that still plagued me. I will never forget.
No one knew the real story.
Only us. We lived it. Survived it.
We made a promise.
I kept my end of the bargain. So did she.
Now it was that past coming back to haunt us.
I made a mistake. That was on me.
“Dylan,” my sister whispered, grabbing my hand.
Looking at what captured her attention, I watched Sandman, Sunny and Jax, Remi’s siblings ran for the tree line. They were moving fast when Sandman stopped, scooping up Jax as he carried him the rest of the way, Sunny on his heels.
I knew Sandman. He would disappear until he wanted to be found. They were safe.
“I better go find Giovanni,” my sister whispered.
“Stay close to him.”
She nodded and ducked away, disappearing into the crowd.
Alone again, surveying the area spotting Vicious getting into a non-descript beige sedan with Reaper’s son, Jesse. As the car pulled away, the hairs on my neck rose.
I knew that feeling.
It only meant one thing.
The fucker was here.
I had just stepped away from the tree line when the world tilted on its axis as the main clubhouse exploded, shaking the ground. The blowback lifted me off my feet, throwing me back into a tree, knocking my breath from my lungs as I crumpled to the ground.