just right. It means that I have less ink than the rest of the guys, especially Max, he was always the first to go get a new tattoo when we’d been out drinking heavily.
“You think about Max?” Cam asks quietly. “I still don’t get why he did it.” There’s hurt in Cam’s voice. It’s a hurt we all feel. To have been so close to someone like we were with Max, for him then to turn us all away when we wanted to help. We’re all struggling to come to terms with it.
“Yeah. I just wish there was something we could have done. If we’d pushed to go see him sooner…” My voice falls away. We can all wish as much as we like, but it isn’t going to change anything. It won’t bring Max back. It won’t make us whole again.
Before we can get any more maudlin Jim comes over to clear the table. “You not got some pretty young thing to help you out Jim?” Cam teases. Jim’s face falls. Cam obviously hit a nerve.
“I had.” He pauses, wistfully. “Danni, lovely young girl. She got caught up in the trouble, must be three months now since we buried her and her man.” Jim seems to give himself a shake. “Enough sad talk, what are you guys drinking? I want to catch up on all your shenanigans young Cam.” He ends on a laugh.
I’m not sure we’re ready to talk about our shenanigans either, but Jim joins us with a bottle of Jack Daniels and we spend the rest of the evening reminiscing over Cam’s childhood escapades and misadventures on his trips to Severed.
Chapter Seventeen
Holly
I’m happy sitting in the back corner of the bar, minding my own business and nursing a drink when I spot the hot guy. Or should I say, hot guys. There are two of them, although it’s the sandy haired one who has my interest. His dark haired friend looks good enough, but there’s something about his blue eyed companion.
Jim obviously knows the dark haired guy, although he doesn’t look familiar to me. I think I’d have noticed him before now. I’ve sneaked out of the clubhouse and away from my overly protective uncle and his friends. They seem to want to treat me with kid gloves all the time, but they’ve got to let me get on with my life at some point.
It’s three months since we buried my brother and my best friend. I still can’t believe that I won’t see either of them again. It’s so unfair, after all that time we didn’t talk to each other for us to make up and then lose them so quickly. I’m still struggling with the why. Some stupid crack whore who was hell bent on revenge and my crazy ex who took advantage of her messed up plan. Am I to blame? If I’d never met that loser would Justice still be dead? Would I have taken so long to make up with my best friend when I found out she was sleeping with my brother.
That was just the most recent trouble the club had suffered, turns out there’d been death threats and kidnap attempts before that. That’s why I’m normally watched like a hawk. It’s to keep me safe, but it feels more like a prison and a punishment than anything else. It’s why I’m sitting here in the shadows, out of sight. That’s where I’ve been for the last few months, scared that if I let myself get close to anyone they’ll be taken from me as well.
I swirl the straw around in my soft drink and go back to watching the strangers across the room.
Chapter Eighteen
Declan
We’ve been in Severed for a couple of days just kicking back and enjoying the quiet pace when we finally get to the bottom of Jim’s concerns. His sister lives in Derby, clear the other side of the country and she’s got cancer. She lost her husband a few years ago and she’s been diagnosed as terminal. Jim wants to spend what time she has left with her.
“As you can see, it’s not exactly prime real estate.” He sighs as he indicates the tired interior.
“You sure you want to sell?” Cam asks. “I could probably hang around for a few months and run the place for you.” He offers.
“I need
“You think about Max?” Cam asks quietly. “I still don’t get why he did it.” There’s hurt in Cam’s voice. It’s a hurt we all feel. To have been so close to someone like we were with Max, for him then to turn us all away when we wanted to help. We’re all struggling to come to terms with it.
“Yeah. I just wish there was something we could have done. If we’d pushed to go see him sooner…” My voice falls away. We can all wish as much as we like, but it isn’t going to change anything. It won’t bring Max back. It won’t make us whole again.
Before we can get any more maudlin Jim comes over to clear the table. “You not got some pretty young thing to help you out Jim?” Cam teases. Jim’s face falls. Cam obviously hit a nerve.
“I had.” He pauses, wistfully. “Danni, lovely young girl. She got caught up in the trouble, must be three months now since we buried her and her man.” Jim seems to give himself a shake. “Enough sad talk, what are you guys drinking? I want to catch up on all your shenanigans young Cam.” He ends on a laugh.
I’m not sure we’re ready to talk about our shenanigans either, but Jim joins us with a bottle of Jack Daniels and we spend the rest of the evening reminiscing over Cam’s childhood escapades and misadventures on his trips to Severed.
Chapter Seventeen
Holly
I’m happy sitting in the back corner of the bar, minding my own business and nursing a drink when I spot the hot guy. Or should I say, hot guys. There are two of them, although it’s the sandy haired one who has my interest. His dark haired friend looks good enough, but there’s something about his blue eyed companion.
Jim obviously knows the dark haired guy, although he doesn’t look familiar to me. I think I’d have noticed him before now. I’ve sneaked out of the clubhouse and away from my overly protective uncle and his friends. They seem to want to treat me with kid gloves all the time, but they’ve got to let me get on with my life at some point.
It’s three months since we buried my brother and my best friend. I still can’t believe that I won’t see either of them again. It’s so unfair, after all that time we didn’t talk to each other for us to make up and then lose them so quickly. I’m still struggling with the why. Some stupid crack whore who was hell bent on revenge and my crazy ex who took advantage of her messed up plan. Am I to blame? If I’d never met that loser would Justice still be dead? Would I have taken so long to make up with my best friend when I found out she was sleeping with my brother.
That was just the most recent trouble the club had suffered, turns out there’d been death threats and kidnap attempts before that. That’s why I’m normally watched like a hawk. It’s to keep me safe, but it feels more like a prison and a punishment than anything else. It’s why I’m sitting here in the shadows, out of sight. That’s where I’ve been for the last few months, scared that if I let myself get close to anyone they’ll be taken from me as well.
I swirl the straw around in my soft drink and go back to watching the strangers across the room.
Chapter Eighteen
Declan
We’ve been in Severed for a couple of days just kicking back and enjoying the quiet pace when we finally get to the bottom of Jim’s concerns. His sister lives in Derby, clear the other side of the country and she’s got cancer. She lost her husband a few years ago and she’s been diagnosed as terminal. Jim wants to spend what time she has left with her.
“As you can see, it’s not exactly prime real estate.” He sighs as he indicates the tired interior.
“You sure you want to sell?” Cam asks. “I could probably hang around for a few months and run the place for you.” He offers.
“I need
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