Never Let Go (Devil's Chariots Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Miranda Banks
Authors: Miranda Banks
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twisted deeper.
***
He saw her reaction and knew she was hurt. God, he wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't. Not now. He knew that Beth didn't understand or fully grasp the rules of the club or the consequences of what he'd done. Someday, maybe, he could explain.
However, as the roar of the bikes got closer, he knew this wasn't the day. Today, he had to face the consequences of the decisions he had made and would continue to make because in the end it seemed it had no real choice. His heart had decided to make that call for him.
“Maybe that's all there should be,” Beth mumbled.
Johnny heard her, but chose to pretend he didn't. It was her anger talking. They'd discuss it, and everything else, later.
The bikes were on her street, and it sounded as though most of them had opted to come after him. He hoped the neighbors didn't say anything. Beth had too much to deal with already and didn't need even further fallout from this whole stupid mess.
As the bikes approached the house and began to quiet, he smiled at the woman he loved. This was it. The confrontation he had feared. She looked angry more than anything. Johnny hoped and prayed that she stuck to his story, but he wasn't very confident. She wasn't happy with him.
He felt his heart race until the moment he heard the knock. That was when it seemed to stop beating.
***
“Hello, Bethany,” Phil spoke softly. “Is Johnny here by chance?”
The guys watched, as she stepped back and opened the door to welcome them in. Chris shook his head without being noticed. He had hoped that Johnny would be gone. Or that they'd pretend he wasn't here. Something. Anything that could stop this.
“Phil,” Johnny nodded in the direction of his brothers, “Aaron, Chris, Stan.” He stopped with Stan, mainly because he saw the anger on his face.
The guys made their way into the living room, and everyone found a place to sit, even if it meant the floor.
“I hope you are doing well, Bethany,” Phil asked, as he grabbed the recliner that had held her only moments before.
“For the most part I am okay,” Beth answered. “Would you guys like something to drink?”
Everyone told Beth what they wanted, and Chris volunteered to go into the kitchen and help her. He knew better than to stay for what was about to happen. It was pointless. No one cared about his opinion, and he had a shitty way of presenting it anyway.
As they walked out of the room, he heard Stan begin the conversation that they had delayed.
“So Johnny,” he snapped, “what the fuck makes it okay to betray your oath and your job to bed a brother's old lady?”
***
Johnny had to force himself not to react to Stan's callous and cold accusation. He knew his brothers, and Stan was always the rudest and most outdated, still living by the old school club rules and thoughts.
Besides, if he reacted in anger or hostility, then it would escalate what was already a problem. He wanted to calm things down before it got there.
“You assume a lot Stan,” Johnny said. Lying wasn't on his agenda. He didn't want to tell a direct lie to his brothers, but he didn't want them to know all of the facts. Omitting. Safer for everyone.
“I assume you left your job,” Stan began and the other guys nodded. “I assume you are here. I assume that you were told to do the job and not be here.”
Johnny sat there for a minute, trying to decide how to approach this. Stan didn't say anything that wasn't true. He had left his job. He was at Beth's. He wasn't supposed to be at Beth's.
“That doesn't mean all of the things you might think it does,” he answered. “But you are right on those points.” Johnny had to acknowledge the facts, or they might not believe the rest. It was in his best interest anyway. It wasn't like he could deny any of it.
“So then what does it mean?” Aaron spoke up, hoping to diminish Stan's
***
He saw her reaction and knew she was hurt. God, he wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't. Not now. He knew that Beth didn't understand or fully grasp the rules of the club or the consequences of what he'd done. Someday, maybe, he could explain.
However, as the roar of the bikes got closer, he knew this wasn't the day. Today, he had to face the consequences of the decisions he had made and would continue to make because in the end it seemed it had no real choice. His heart had decided to make that call for him.
“Maybe that's all there should be,” Beth mumbled.
Johnny heard her, but chose to pretend he didn't. It was her anger talking. They'd discuss it, and everything else, later.
The bikes were on her street, and it sounded as though most of them had opted to come after him. He hoped the neighbors didn't say anything. Beth had too much to deal with already and didn't need even further fallout from this whole stupid mess.
As the bikes approached the house and began to quiet, he smiled at the woman he loved. This was it. The confrontation he had feared. She looked angry more than anything. Johnny hoped and prayed that she stuck to his story, but he wasn't very confident. She wasn't happy with him.
He felt his heart race until the moment he heard the knock. That was when it seemed to stop beating.
***
“Hello, Bethany,” Phil spoke softly. “Is Johnny here by chance?”
The guys watched, as she stepped back and opened the door to welcome them in. Chris shook his head without being noticed. He had hoped that Johnny would be gone. Or that they'd pretend he wasn't here. Something. Anything that could stop this.
“Phil,” Johnny nodded in the direction of his brothers, “Aaron, Chris, Stan.” He stopped with Stan, mainly because he saw the anger on his face.
The guys made their way into the living room, and everyone found a place to sit, even if it meant the floor.
“I hope you are doing well, Bethany,” Phil asked, as he grabbed the recliner that had held her only moments before.
“For the most part I am okay,” Beth answered. “Would you guys like something to drink?”
Everyone told Beth what they wanted, and Chris volunteered to go into the kitchen and help her. He knew better than to stay for what was about to happen. It was pointless. No one cared about his opinion, and he had a shitty way of presenting it anyway.
As they walked out of the room, he heard Stan begin the conversation that they had delayed.
“So Johnny,” he snapped, “what the fuck makes it okay to betray your oath and your job to bed a brother's old lady?”
***
Johnny had to force himself not to react to Stan's callous and cold accusation. He knew his brothers, and Stan was always the rudest and most outdated, still living by the old school club rules and thoughts.
Besides, if he reacted in anger or hostility, then it would escalate what was already a problem. He wanted to calm things down before it got there.
“You assume a lot Stan,” Johnny said. Lying wasn't on his agenda. He didn't want to tell a direct lie to his brothers, but he didn't want them to know all of the facts. Omitting. Safer for everyone.
“I assume you left your job,” Stan began and the other guys nodded. “I assume you are here. I assume that you were told to do the job and not be here.”
Johnny sat there for a minute, trying to decide how to approach this. Stan didn't say anything that wasn't true. He had left his job. He was at Beth's. He wasn't supposed to be at Beth's.
“That doesn't mean all of the things you might think it does,” he answered. “But you are right on those points.” Johnny had to acknowledge the facts, or they might not believe the rest. It was in his best interest anyway. It wasn't like he could deny any of it.
“So then what does it mean?” Aaron spoke up, hoping to diminish Stan's
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