Page 10 of Dylan’s Dad (Horsemen Of The Apocalypse MC #1)

Lola

Today’s the day! Reaper is coming home. I got up early this morning, put on this cute black sundress with little red strawberries on it that this girls bought, curled my hair and did my makeup. The stitches were removed last week but my eyebrow is definitely going to leave a scar.

“You ready, Lola?” Stallion asks, coming up behind me.

“Absolutely.” I know I’ve got the biggest grin on my face but honestly I don’t care. Today with Reaper getting out is the happiest I’ve been in so long.

Placing a hand on my back, Stallion guided me toward the door. “You’ll be in the cage with the prospect.”

Stallion helps me climb up in the van and even reaches over buckling my seatbelt. We drive at the back of the group with all the bikes in front of the van. The drive feels like it takes forever and my nerves are fried by the time we reach the parking lot.

Standing in the parking lot in front of the tall razor wire fences is surreal. It is also extremely nerve racking. My hands are sweaty, I’m jittery and I feel like I’m seconds away from hyper-ventilating.

“Lola,” Stallion steps up in front of me. “You okay?”

Finding the words right now is unmanageable but unsticking my tongue from the roof of my mouth is impossible. So, I just nod shakily.

Gently grabbing ahold of my elbow he slowly pulls me away.

“We’ll be right back.” Stallion guides me to the back of the van before popping the back doors open.

“Here” he gestures to the bumper and takes a seat on the other side.

Reluctantly, I find myself perching on the very edge.

“You look like you are about to pass out. Does it feel like your heart is beating too fast? And you feel like you can’t breathe? And like your mind is too loud?”

I nod jerkily.

“Alright Darlin’. PTSD is a bitch and often comes with anxiety and panic attacks.

Okay can you sit up nice and tall for me?

” Cautiously I do as he says, sitting as straight as I can he places his large hand on my back between my shoulder blades.

“Perfect now you’re gonna breathe with me okay?

Okay now inhale for a four count and then you will exhale for the same.

1. . .2. . .3. . .4. Alright now exhale.

1. . .2. . .3. . .4. Again.” We sat there for what felt like forever with him counting my breaths but in reality it was only a handful of moments. “There you go. Feeling better?”

“I am a bit. Thank you.” I respond weakly.

“No worries, Lola. I got you. You ready to rejoin the group or do you wanna sit here a bit longer?”

“I think I just need a couple minutes.”

“Do you wanna be alone or is it okay if I stay with you?”

“You can head back. I just need to pull myself together. I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll wait for you by the driver door, okay?”

I nod. Watching as he retreats around the side of the van.

Glancing around I try to focus my mind on anything but it’s all a blur until my eyes land on a familiar black Charger parked across the street from the parking lot.

Dylan. No fucking way! Anger and fear begin fighting for dominance in my brain.

Fear ultimately winning. Scrambling to my feet, I hastily slammed the doors to the van and sprinted around the van like I was being chased by the devil.

“Lola?” Stallion took one look at my face and I’m sure he saw the fear clearly splashed across my face. “What’s wrong?” His words come out as a near growl.

“Dylan.” That one word caused his entire face to completely morph into pure fury.

His eyes whip around scanning the entire area before he finally stops right where the Charger is parked.

“Come.” He places his large hand on my lower back and guides me back to the group.

“We’ve got a problem.” He tells the guys the second we reach them.

“That dead motherfucker is parked across the street.”

Monk looked over in that direction. “What’s the plan boss? We can’t exactly let him tail any of us and find her.”

“I’m thinking just me and Sin head over and have a lil chat.”

“I like that plan.” Sin says, cracking his knuckles and then his neck.

“You guys got her?” There was a round of affirmatives before Sin and Stallion turned and walked off. Ray moves to stand in front of me blocking me from sight and Keyes moves up behind me caging me in, in a protective move.

They only made it to the road before Dylan peeled off in a hurry.

Just as they rejoin us there is a loud obnoxious buzzer sound.

I spin back to the gate and there he is, larger than life.

Standing somewhere around 6 and a half feet tall his long chestnut hair pulled into a sexy as fuck man bun.

When his blue eyes land on me his lips break into a grin parting his thick beard.

Once clear of the gates he drops his stuff to the ground and spreads his arms wide for me.

Before I could really think of what I am doing, I am sprinting for him.

After slamming straight into him his large arms wrap around me and lift my feet clear off the ground. “Hey there, Little Flower.” I tucked my face into his neck, inhaling his scent. “Not that I don’t love this greeting but I really wanna get outta here. You ready to go home?”

Home? It’s strange but his home has become mine. Unable to voice it I settle for nodding against his neck before lifting my head. Gently he lowers me back to my feet but doesn’t step away like I expect. Instead, quickly snatching up his stuff and placing his hand on my lower back.

“Boys!” he calls. “God, it’s so good to see you guys. Am I seeing things or do I see my bike?”

Stepping forward Stallion clasps Reaper behind the neck. “No brother. I rode it up here for you. I figured you would want to ride home.”

“What do you say, Little Flower. You wanna ride home with me?”