me…”
“I’m not going to lie to you,” I
said. “This is not my blood.”
Ana gasped and ran away.
I chased her into the bathroom
where she hurried to wash the blood off her hand.
It had been a long and rough night.
What happened really didn’t matter. It was something for the MC.
When Ana turned and looked at me
again, she looked devastated.
“Hey,” I said. “This is my life,
darlin’. You know that.”
“I know,” she said. “I just… I just
didn’t know, okay? I could hear things. I could imagine things. But it’s easier
to sleep at night figuring you just fix up cars and bikes and stuff.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry about
this. I need a shower anyway. I stink. It’s been a long day and a long night.
Let me grab a shower and we can talk. I swear to you, Ana, I will never lie to
you. But there are some things I can’t talk about. I need you to understand
that.”
“I get it,” she said. “I do, Knox.”
“Your eyes are lying to me.”
“No,” she said. “I swear, I’m not
lying. Just… where does it all end?”
“What do you mean?”
“All this in life. Look at it. Look
at us. It’s like from the second I stepped out of that moving truck I haven’t
been settled. And even before then. I went from coming home from school to rush
back out with friends, trying to find a ride to the mall… to my parents
splitting up. To everything falling apart.”
The tears filled her eyes. It
bothered me so much that years later it still got to her like it did about her
father. I tried to reach for her and she pushed me away. She told me to just
take a fucking shower.
I made sure she stayed in the apartment
before I went back to the bathroom.
A few minutes later I stood in the
shower, thinking. About what I had done that night for the MC. About how Ana
felt and what she wanted in life.
That shower was the worst of my
life.
Washing blood off my hands, arms,
and face would become the norm for me. What made it so bad was that I knew
things with Ana would never be the same. I would never stop loving her or
checking up on her, but anything after that…
I punched the tile wall so hard
that I broke a piece. Then I got out of the shower, wearing nothing but a
towel, and walked to the bedroom. Ana was crying. I sat on the bed next to her
and held her. Her hands touched my bare muscles and I fought with all my might
to not get hard.
That night I held her… and we
slowly fell back to the bed together. She curled up on me and we kissed only a
few times. She fell asleep first and I stared at her for hours. Each time she
stirred, I’d whisper I loved her into her ear and play with her hair.
Shit, that should have been nothing
but romantic for us, you know? Two lost souls finding each other. We both knew
we loved each other. We both knew we were meant for each other. I was holding
my girl all night long. I touched her hair, her skin. I tasted her breath when
she woke up. I saw her eyes open for the first time the next morning. It was
everything I wanted to fight for. It was…
… it was the first and last time
I got to do that with Ana …
chapter twelve
(knox)
*NOW*
I broke off on a side road. The car
did the same, the tires squealing. I throttled my ride, gaining some speed. I
wasn’t going to get away. I just wanted to get to a well-lit parking lot so I
could put up a fucking fight. All I knew right then was that there better have
been more than one guy after me. I was in the mood to fight and a little spark
of the urge to kill was going through me.
There was a lot of heat coming my
way from my decision to have the guys put their cuts back on. Hell, maybe that’s
why this car was after me. The Reap had been a little bit underground and
quiet. To those in town, they believed we were disbanded by authorities. That
was only because the news could run footage of my old man getting thrown into
prison.
Fuck that.
I darted to the left and entered a
factory parking
“I’m not going to lie to you,” I
said. “This is not my blood.”
Ana gasped and ran away.
I chased her into the bathroom
where she hurried to wash the blood off her hand.
It had been a long and rough night.
What happened really didn’t matter. It was something for the MC.
When Ana turned and looked at me
again, she looked devastated.
“Hey,” I said. “This is my life,
darlin’. You know that.”
“I know,” she said. “I just… I just
didn’t know, okay? I could hear things. I could imagine things. But it’s easier
to sleep at night figuring you just fix up cars and bikes and stuff.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry about
this. I need a shower anyway. I stink. It’s been a long day and a long night.
Let me grab a shower and we can talk. I swear to you, Ana, I will never lie to
you. But there are some things I can’t talk about. I need you to understand
that.”
“I get it,” she said. “I do, Knox.”
“Your eyes are lying to me.”
“No,” she said. “I swear, I’m not
lying. Just… where does it all end?”
“What do you mean?”
“All this in life. Look at it. Look
at us. It’s like from the second I stepped out of that moving truck I haven’t
been settled. And even before then. I went from coming home from school to rush
back out with friends, trying to find a ride to the mall… to my parents
splitting up. To everything falling apart.”
The tears filled her eyes. It
bothered me so much that years later it still got to her like it did about her
father. I tried to reach for her and she pushed me away. She told me to just
take a fucking shower.
I made sure she stayed in the apartment
before I went back to the bathroom.
A few minutes later I stood in the
shower, thinking. About what I had done that night for the MC. About how Ana
felt and what she wanted in life.
That shower was the worst of my
life.
Washing blood off my hands, arms,
and face would become the norm for me. What made it so bad was that I knew
things with Ana would never be the same. I would never stop loving her or
checking up on her, but anything after that…
I punched the tile wall so hard
that I broke a piece. Then I got out of the shower, wearing nothing but a
towel, and walked to the bedroom. Ana was crying. I sat on the bed next to her
and held her. Her hands touched my bare muscles and I fought with all my might
to not get hard.
That night I held her… and we
slowly fell back to the bed together. She curled up on me and we kissed only a
few times. She fell asleep first and I stared at her for hours. Each time she
stirred, I’d whisper I loved her into her ear and play with her hair.
Shit, that should have been nothing
but romantic for us, you know? Two lost souls finding each other. We both knew
we loved each other. We both knew we were meant for each other. I was holding
my girl all night long. I touched her hair, her skin. I tasted her breath when
she woke up. I saw her eyes open for the first time the next morning. It was
everything I wanted to fight for. It was…
… it was the first and last time
I got to do that with Ana …
chapter twelve
(knox)
*NOW*
I broke off on a side road. The car
did the same, the tires squealing. I throttled my ride, gaining some speed. I
wasn’t going to get away. I just wanted to get to a well-lit parking lot so I
could put up a fucking fight. All I knew right then was that there better have
been more than one guy after me. I was in the mood to fight and a little spark
of the urge to kill was going through me.
There was a lot of heat coming my
way from my decision to have the guys put their cuts back on. Hell, maybe that’s
why this car was after me. The Reap had been a little bit underground and
quiet. To those in town, they believed we were disbanded by authorities. That
was only because the news could run footage of my old man getting thrown into
prison.
Fuck that.
I darted to the left and entered a
factory parking
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