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flexing my fingers once.
Rose sweeps her palm toward her mom, a much older version of Rose.
What—were they ninety when they had kids ?
“Noose, this is my mom, Norah.”
“Good to meet you, maʼam.” Again, training. The military didn't just teach me to be a killer—there were manners tucked in there too.
Norah wakes up from a stupor. “Hello… Sean? Or is it Noose?” she asks, giving me cool, polite eyes.
I look around, feeling helpless. The guys split once the Chaos Riders took off.
I would much rather face them than the probing stare of Norah Christo.
“Noose is my road name. I'm with Road Kill MC.” I jerk a thumb toward my bike then slip a finger underneath my cut, showing the patch of Road Kill to its best advantage.
“Are you interested in my daughter, Mr. King?”
And off come the kid gloves. Fuck, that was fast. “Yeah.” I don't fuck around with fancy, drawn-out replies. My one-syllable language speaks for me just fine. Rose's stuck-up mom will have to deal.
I'm a better protector for her than anyone on the planet. And Rose needs protecting.
She dismisses me entirely, turning to face Rose, seeming to gather herself. “If you do this, you have no parents. Do you understand? Your father and I cannot live through another Anna.”
Rose swallows, looking from me to Norah.
Finally, she nods. “I know, Mom.” Tears roll from her eyes.
Ultimatums are fuckers. I think less of her mom for making one.
They stand frozen as they stare at each other. Norah kills Rose slowly with her eyes.
I stay where I am. I don't force people. It's not my way.
Rose stretches out her hand in my direction like a lifeline.
I thread my fingers through hers. I don't even think about it; it’s as automatic as taking my next breath.
Her mother's eyes move to our joined hands, and without a word, she walks away.
I pull Rose against me as she cries.
No woman's ever made me give my trust before.
Until now.
I would die for Rose Christo.
10
Rose
My parents won't speak to me. I feel abandoned. Drake gets Charlie this weekend for court-ordered visitation.
Overnight.
Charlie's never spent a night away from me except for at Mom and Dad's.
Noose has been great.
Like now.
I wrap my arms around him. I haven't stopped crying since I found out. I can't fix this.
Noose can't fix this.
Drake wins. He gets Anna's boy, and I've betrayed her by not keeping him safe. I couldn't even do that.
The bike eats the black ribbon of road. I swear we're going too fast around every curve. The heat and solidness of the bike is negated with the wind that pulls at my vulnerable sides. The smells and flavors of the early autumn air fill my nose with life.
I can barely hang on. I don't deserve this.
Deserve Noose.
Deserve anything.
I dropped Charlie off at Mom and Dad's, and they silently took him inside. Neither spoke to me.
Their eyes were on Noose sitting languidly on his bike. I left my car at their house and took off with him.
I assume we're going to the club, but we pass the large building tucked into many commercial warehouses just like it.
Moving toward downtown Kent, we roll past the organic market and gas stations that've changed hands so much, they're just signs and pumps.
At Kent Station, Noose slows.
We arrive at a ten story, ultra-modern concrete building. I look up. Nondescript. The sign says Top Shelf in cool rolling neon script like ice washed by glacial blue.
Noose puts his hand over my cold fingers for a moment then roots around in a bag attached to his handlebars. The chrome emblem HD glows softly in the streetlamps.
Tomorrow is Columbus Day, and I don't have to work. No facing Ned, receiving pity from Naomi, or taking Charlie to school.
I've taken my brain, dusted it off, and set it on a shelf inside my mind. I need to feel and shut off that part of me that thinks.
Noose said he would help me.
He presses a button on a rectangular box, and an underground parking garage door lifts. The low rumble
Rose sweeps her palm toward her mom, a much older version of Rose.
What—were they ninety when they had kids ?
“Noose, this is my mom, Norah.”
“Good to meet you, maʼam.” Again, training. The military didn't just teach me to be a killer—there were manners tucked in there too.
Norah wakes up from a stupor. “Hello… Sean? Or is it Noose?” she asks, giving me cool, polite eyes.
I look around, feeling helpless. The guys split once the Chaos Riders took off.
I would much rather face them than the probing stare of Norah Christo.
“Noose is my road name. I'm with Road Kill MC.” I jerk a thumb toward my bike then slip a finger underneath my cut, showing the patch of Road Kill to its best advantage.
“Are you interested in my daughter, Mr. King?”
And off come the kid gloves. Fuck, that was fast. “Yeah.” I don't fuck around with fancy, drawn-out replies. My one-syllable language speaks for me just fine. Rose's stuck-up mom will have to deal.
I'm a better protector for her than anyone on the planet. And Rose needs protecting.
She dismisses me entirely, turning to face Rose, seeming to gather herself. “If you do this, you have no parents. Do you understand? Your father and I cannot live through another Anna.”
Rose swallows, looking from me to Norah.
Finally, she nods. “I know, Mom.” Tears roll from her eyes.
Ultimatums are fuckers. I think less of her mom for making one.
They stand frozen as they stare at each other. Norah kills Rose slowly with her eyes.
I stay where I am. I don't force people. It's not my way.
Rose stretches out her hand in my direction like a lifeline.
I thread my fingers through hers. I don't even think about it; it’s as automatic as taking my next breath.
Her mother's eyes move to our joined hands, and without a word, she walks away.
I pull Rose against me as she cries.
No woman's ever made me give my trust before.
Until now.
I would die for Rose Christo.
10
Rose
My parents won't speak to me. I feel abandoned. Drake gets Charlie this weekend for court-ordered visitation.
Overnight.
Charlie's never spent a night away from me except for at Mom and Dad's.
Noose has been great.
Like now.
I wrap my arms around him. I haven't stopped crying since I found out. I can't fix this.
Noose can't fix this.
Drake wins. He gets Anna's boy, and I've betrayed her by not keeping him safe. I couldn't even do that.
The bike eats the black ribbon of road. I swear we're going too fast around every curve. The heat and solidness of the bike is negated with the wind that pulls at my vulnerable sides. The smells and flavors of the early autumn air fill my nose with life.
I can barely hang on. I don't deserve this.
Deserve Noose.
Deserve anything.
I dropped Charlie off at Mom and Dad's, and they silently took him inside. Neither spoke to me.
Their eyes were on Noose sitting languidly on his bike. I left my car at their house and took off with him.
I assume we're going to the club, but we pass the large building tucked into many commercial warehouses just like it.
Moving toward downtown Kent, we roll past the organic market and gas stations that've changed hands so much, they're just signs and pumps.
At Kent Station, Noose slows.
We arrive at a ten story, ultra-modern concrete building. I look up. Nondescript. The sign says Top Shelf in cool rolling neon script like ice washed by glacial blue.
Noose puts his hand over my cold fingers for a moment then roots around in a bag attached to his handlebars. The chrome emblem HD glows softly in the streetlamps.
Tomorrow is Columbus Day, and I don't have to work. No facing Ned, receiving pity from Naomi, or taking Charlie to school.
I've taken my brain, dusted it off, and set it on a shelf inside my mind. I need to feel and shut off that part of me that thinks.
Noose said he would help me.
He presses a button on a rectangular box, and an underground parking garage door lifts. The low rumble
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