Page 21 of Fury (The Dark Angel’s MC #3)

Skylar

I double-check that my books are locked away for Angel’s Kids before grabbing my bag and turning off the lights with a sigh.

I decided to take a break from accounting today, my mind was unable to focus, and I blame Fury, the jackass.

Two days and nothing. No call, no text, absolutely nothing, including from my favorite girl. Which is just mean and I can’t even have Hudson time because he’s now on club property with Ivy, while Psycho watches them like a hawk. Which is yay for them but boo for me.

Heck, even Mama has been told she’s not having Tate, so she can’t bring her to me. She can only spend time with her in the clubhouse, a place I refuse to enter.

I get it, I do. He wants me not to miss him as my friend, he wants me to miss his presence, and I do, I have for years, but I can’t go further with him and not just because I lost our child and never told him knowing he needed to focus on the baby he did have coming.

A big part of me wants to try again.

We’re not kids anymore, and life has thrown so much at us. I wonder if we’ll be more mature about things a second time around, especially with Tate around. I could tell him what happened, that the stress of the pain I felt caused me to miscarry, we could start fresh, but…

I don’t want anything to do with the club.

Mama has been in my ear trying to convince me to give at least Blade a chance, that he isn’t the same as he was since meeting Luna, but I just, I can’t, and I can’t make Fury choose between his family and me.

Sighing, I lock up my office and turn the lights off in the waiting room before walking outside, locking the door in the process.

“Skylar…” A voice behind me says, and I roll my eyes and state, “I’m not giving you money, Melissa, so why don’t you turn around and leave.”

“I-I need your help,” she tries, and I turn and lock eyes with her, not at all shocked that she has a black eye, a bruised cheekbone that is double the size of the other, and a cut lip.

“Let me guess, you borrowed money from the wrong people?” I confirm, and she looks down, and I shake my head.

“They-they’ll kill me, Skylar, I’m your mother,” she tries again, and I hate to admit it, a tiny part of me pities the woman. Then I remember my childhood, the fact she laughed when Peter tried to rape me, Mama stopping him just in time, her instincts kicking in for me.

This woman made her bed, and I won’t feel guilty if they kill her on it.

“You are not my problem, and if you think whoever you borrowed money from will kill you, well, I suggest you run, Melissa,” I state and continue walking towards my car but pause when she admits, “I borrowed from the Hyenas, even if I do get away you are dead anyhow so why not lend me the money?”

Ha, lend… I wouldn’t see a cent of it back.

Shaking my head, I climb into my car without looking at the woman, hoping she does run so I wouldn’t have to see her again and start my car, quickly reversing from my spot and then speeding away, trying to come up with a plan because let's face it, they will come for me, it’s their MO.

Fifteen minutes later, I pull into my apartment block parking lot, my mind still coming up with a way to keep off the Hyena’s radar without paying Melissa’s debt.

Let’s face it, it’ll be over fifty grand, but my breath halts as I notice a certain man leaning against his bike next to my parking space, his sole focus on me and my mouth parts.

How did he…?

Mama.

I chuckle lightly, not surprised she’s told him where I live.

For years, she’s been pro-Fury despite how the brothers treated her, and for years, I’ve managed to keep the wall between us up.

That wall is nearly on the floor in rubbles, only a few bricks standing tall though they have cracks in them.

Things would be so easy if I could have moved on from him, but the thought of it made me sick, and the fact Mama expressed he hasn’t touched a club girl…

I park beside him and open my door before getting out, then shutting it and leaning against it so I’m opposite him, and I tilt my head at him, making him smile, the one that lights up his whole face.

“Considering what the club has done to Mama, she sure has your back, huh?” I confirm, and the instantly denies, “Nah, precious, she always has yours, and she knows I’d die for you.”

My heart pounds at the seriousness that comes out with his words.

“You’re not allowed to die,” I order, and he chuckles as he admits, “I don’t plan on it anytime soon.”

I nod, my heart not calming down at the thought of him leaving me like that.

Damn, I think the last few bricks have just crumbled.

“What are you doing here, Nyx,” I ask, using his legal name, something I haven’t done in a very long time. I refuse to allow myself to feel different by using his legal one, something I’m pretty sure he nearly had a coronary over.

I can still see the heartbreak when I ordered him to leave me alone, using it. Lacey was around six months pregnant, and we bumped into each other in the street. He wanted to know if I was all right.

That look will always haunt me, but I knew in that moment it was the right thing to do, especially with my resentment.

His eyes soften as he pushes off his bike and walks over to me, not stopping until his body is pressed against mine.

Flames ignite inside me with the slight pressure that I have missed oh so much as he wraps an arm around my waist to keep my body against his before he cups my cheek, his eyes staring into my mine.

I’m locked in. I can’t break the trance even if I wanted to.

Damn, I love his green eyes...

“I’ve come to finally claim my girl, precious,” he admits, and my eyes tear up as he murmurs, “I’ve given you two days to miss my presence, to miss Tate, and even then, that was two days too long. I want you back where you belong, and that is in my arms with our girl.”

“You didn’t need to give me two days, Nyx. I miss you every single minute you are not with me, Tate, also. You both, you are my family. I never denied that just like I never denied that you owned my heart. I just don’t know if we can survive after everything.”

His grip tightens as he places his forehead against mine, and I shut my eyes, enjoying his closeness after so long without him, and he chokes, “We can survive it, Sky. We can survive anything because I love you so fucking much, I never stopped….”

“I’m in love with you, Skylar.” Nyx whispers, and I look up, lifting my head from his chest, my heart beating wildly.

We’re in a motel room.

He said his house is under renovation and I haven’t introduced him to Mama yet, so I don’t relish their first meeting being when she comes around and sees him half-naked.

“You do?” I ask with a whisper, and he nods, cupping my cheek.

“Yeah, precious, I do so fucking much,” he admits, and I lift up and press my lips against his, causing his grip to tighten, and I murmur against his lips, “I love you too…”

I never doubted his love, even then, but being in love was never our problem, it was his lies and my consequences….

“I know you don’t believe me, and I don’t blame you, but I can’t hold back anymore Sky, not now that I’ve finally got you to speak to me,” he whispers and I gently grab his shirt, gripping it.

My head is going everywhere.

I want to tell him that I love him, that we’ll get through this, but I don’t know how, especially with the crap with Melissa as well…

“Just get out of your head, precious, don’t let it overrule your heart.” He pleads quietly, and I take a deep breath and open my eyes, locking with his.

“Melissa borrowed money from the Hyenas,” I admit, knowing right now that information is the safest for me.

His eyes race between mine, and he says, “I’ll handle it, they won’t touch you.”

“I’m more worried for Mama, Ivy, Lake, and Raya,” I admit, especially Raya, but I don’t say that. I sigh, “They go after the ones you love the most, and they are my ones.”

He raises a brow and asks, “Not me then?” and I snort, my grip on his shirt tightening as I admit, “We both know they won’t touch you.”

He smirks as he gently rubs his thumb along my cheek and promises, “I’ll handle it.” I nod gently and close my eyes again, his musky scent mixed with oil hitting my senses, and I murmur, “My engine light has come on.”

He chuckles lightly and repeats, “I’ll handle it,” and I nod again before leaning forward, placing my head against his chest, causing him to drop his hand from my face and wrap his arms around my waist.

“Where’s Tate?” I ask, and his chest rumbles against my cheek as he mutters, “With Mama, she’s taking all the time she can get because, after tonight, she’ll be with you again.”

I nod, not denying him.

I’d have that little girl with me always if I could, but alas, she needs to attend preschool to get her ready for Kindergarten.

Damn, our baby would be nearly ready for that too.

I sigh softly and squeeze my eyes shut, and Nyx whispers, “You going to invite me up, precious?”

I swallow hard. I have two choices here, invite him up and finally tell him the truth, or deny him and walk away for good.

I walk away, telling him we’re done, but if I invite him up, then I’m willingly putting my heart back on the line.

Listen to my heart that wants to hold him tight always, or listen to my head that keeps sending fear through me?