Page 26 of Fury (The Dark Angel’s MC #3)

Skylar

I sigh as I put the adoption papers for Scott Andrews to the side with the four others I’ve had to fill in before sitting back in my chair, my eyes going to the photo of me, Tate, and Nyx from three days ago at the zoo.

I should be happy and relaxed even, especially knowing that five children have been adopted through this organization and that all my accounts are up to date, but I’m not. I’m worried, no, terrified, actually.

When Nyx mentioned going away for a few days, just him, Tate, and I, well, I jumped at the chance, excited to spend some time with Tate and to see if we worked well together as a family and we did, it was amazing, like it was meant to be, until we got back.

I woke this morning to him and Tate gone.

I knew before I even opened my eyes that he wasn’t next to me, that they were gone.

His side of the bed was cold, and the apartment was quiet, too quiet for little Tate.

Honestly, I never felt more alone in my life, and my heart broke because I finally allowed myself to understand that I couldn’t live without Nyx.

I laid in bed, trying not to cry as I thought maybe I had dreamed the past month that he’d been more involved in my life again after nearly five years of staying away from him, but his smell surrounded me, making my stupid mind understand it wasn’t all a dream but he also wasn’t next to me, and I realized I never wanted to wake up without him again.

“Why the long face?” a voice echoes from the doorway, and I smile as I look up and lock eyes with the man himself instantly relaxing, and he tilts his head, nodding it to the reception desk, “Did she call in sick again?”

I snort, “No, actually, I sacked her on the grounds of charging two customers more than the normal price and pocketing the money herself, but really, it’s because she was the girl who made out of Viper.”

Nyx smirks and asks, “And how exactly did you get the proof she was stealing then?”

I grin wide and admit, “I went through her work this morning while she was running late. I can’t exactly fire her for making out with a guy my best friend fell in love with now, can I?” or flirting with the you, but I don’t say that part.

Nyx chuckles as I take him in, leaning against the doorframe.

His black shirt stretches across his muscular chest, his cut on while his jeans hug his legs.

Damn, he’s like a work of art, and add in the stubble around his chin and upper lip…

Double damn.

He tilts his head at me as we lock eyes, and he asks, “Come for a ride with me?”

I suck in breath, my eyes widening a little, knowing damn well what it would mean if I climbed on the back of his bike. My mama is an old lady. Well, I guess she is, she hasn’t taken her property cut back, and I’m not truly sure if she will but Ivy mentioned everyone still sees her as one.

“Get out of your head,” he demands softly, “and come for a ride with me.”

My whole heart is jumping for joy, demanding that I get up, but my head is telling me that if I do this, then there's no turning back, that I’m accepting the past and wanting to move towards my future, but this time with him.

I open my mouth to decline, my head scaring me away from the idea, knowing I’m not fully trusting him yet, but my phone beeps, gaining my attention.

I grab it, needing a reprieve, and open up the text thread, and my tears blur my vision.

Mama: Don’t turn him down and get on his bike, sweet pea, don’t become jaded like I have xxx I love you.

I slowly lick my bottom lip, a little surprised he spoke to Mama before I put my phone on my desk, and without looking at Nyx, knowing he’ll see the emotions on my face.

I quickly grab the envelope that is already addressed to Santa Monica Children’s Protective Services and promptly pop the adoption paperwork inside so they can then send them off to the courts with their paperwork before I lick the seal and with my heart in my throat, I slowly stand then look at Nyx.

“I just need to pop these in the mail box first,” I whisper, lifting the paperwork, he smiles softly as he pushes off the doorframe and walks over to me, his boots banging with each step.

He takes them off me as he kisses my head and murmurs, “I’ll mail them, you lock up,” before walking away, and I swallow hard again, trying to dislodge the lump forming in my throat as I quickly pick up my phone.

Me: What if he hurts me again? xxx

I hover over the message before pressing send, and then I grab my bag.

I need her advice. Waking up alone this morning was an eye-opener, and I know it was to send me a message.

Mama is the only one I ever speak to about my feelings, I don't want to burden my friends. Ivy has been through hell and is currently spending as much time with Psycho and Hudson, not that I blame her. Lake is trying to stick to herself at the moment after the whole Viper crap meaning none of us know what is going on because she’s dodging calls and messages.

And Raya, well, she has her own drama with Venom and the Hyenas which I have not only promised her I wouldn’t get involved but also Mama.

If they knew I killed one of their own, I’d have a large red target mark on my back, so I mainly speak to Mama, though she is also my best friend anyhow.

My phone beeps again, and I check it as I lock my office door.

Mama: Then I’ll hurt him back, but you can’t keep hiding away from your feelings, sweet pea. It’s time to open up to him xxx

I quickly message back while near the front door.

Me: Are you going to take your own advice, Mama? Xxx

I quickly press send and walk out of my office to find Nyx waiting for me, already sitting astride his bike, looking extremely hot. Just as I lock the door, my phone goes off again, and I check it.

Mama: Maybe it is time I did because I can’t keep living in limbo xxx

I smile slightly and quickly type out, ‘I love you, Mama,’ before sending it then putting my phone in my bag, and walking over to Nyx.

“You ready, precious?” he asks, and I sigh, knowing he means for him to claim me, but nod as I put my bag in his side saddle.

Then, without thinking too much about it, I take his hand and climb on behind him, ensuring I sit on my dress before I wrap my arms around his waist and place my head on his back.

“Okay baby, keep your legs on the pegs at all times and lean when I do, alright?” he says, and I nod slightly, my body trembling a little and not because of the fact we’re about to ride on two wheels but because I know what this now means.

I’m his.

Though, to be fair, I always was.

He starts his bike and revs it, the vibrations going through me before he pulls away quickly. I squeak, holding onto him tighter, and he chuckles, speeding off down the road.

We ride for about an hour before he pulls up to the meadows just outside of Santa Monica, forty minutes out of town, and slowly, with my legs wobbling, I climb off but keep a tight clutch to his shoulder, and he chuckles, “You alright there, precious?”

“Mmhmm,” I mutter but don’t let go of him, my legs feeling like Jello, and he chuckles again as he moves his body around before grabbing my hips and pulling me into him, his legs going either side of me as he leans against his bike.

“Better?” he asks as I fall into his chest, and I nod. “You’ll get used to it, precious,” he whispers against my forehead before he runs his lips over it, and I grip his top and close my eyes, enjoying the closeness between us, the electricity that runs all over me.

I love him so god damn much, but I’m scared, and I know why Mama encouraged me to do this, to face my fear, because I’d be lost without this man.

He’s mine just like I’m his, and I think it’s time I let him in again to trust him, and unless I try, I’ll never know if trust can be built.

“Raya attacked the Hyenas,” I whisper, and he tenses but doesn’t say anything.

I continue, “I know why you left early, why you haven’t called today.

You thought I didn’t trust you still, and in a way, I don’t,” I pull back and lock eyes with him, “Trust has to be earned when broken, but I’m not really giving you a chance to earn it back after you lied to me.

I know you’ve kept Mama’s secret, which has slowly helped you earn it back, but I hadn’t let you in fully because I was scared of being hurt again, especially after what I went through. ”

Nyx gently cradles my cheek, his eyes softening.

I admit, “Her dad was killed in a house fire, and it was believed the Hyenas set the house on fire with a family inside, and all but one got out,” my eyes tear up, “The smallest child was stuck, and Raya’s father, Chase Wilson, ran into the burning building when he heard the child screaming. ”

“Fuck, I heard that story, he died a hero…” Nyx says, and I nod.

I reply, “He did but Raya, she didn’t see it that way when she learned the father of the child that died had a debt with the Hyenas. That they set the house on fire to kill the family when he didn’t pay it back, missing the deadline.”

Nyx sniffs hard, his jaw ticking as he mutters, “That family man's wife turned up dead, beaten, and raped not long after the family left town.”

I nod and confirm, “They are all dead. The two men that Raya tried to attack when she was seventeen gloated about killing them and about how she and her mama were next. They didn’t know who the firefighter was at the time.

Despite the massive parade for the funeral the town had, they never put two and two together until that night when she pounced, wanting revenge. ”

“So how did you end up killing one?” Nyx asks softly.

I blink and explain as the memory hits me hard.

“It isn’t like Raya to be late...” I say as I quickly rush down the steps from the library, looking left and right, Ivy following, also looking concerned.

“I’ll try calling her again,” she says, and I nod, trying to figure out which way to go because I have no idea where she’s meeting us from when I hear a phone ringing to my left.

“That way!” I say and run towards the sounds of Raya’s ringtone for Ivy before I hear grunting, “You think you can kill him and get away with it, huh?”

My heart races as we round the corner to the alleyway, and Ivy gasps at the scene before us while bile rises in my throat.

A man who is lying in his own blood is dead on the floor while Raya’s jeans are beside her and a guy is, is….

Oh god….

She’s barely conscious, blood covering her body, and I see the metal bar on the floor covered in blood.

I don’t think. Instead, I rush over to it and pick it up before I shout, “ Jackass!” and the man looks my way with a sneer, but his eyes widen as I swing, hitting his temple.

He grunts and falls off a now unconscious Raya, and I hit him in the head again before he falls to the floor, a gash down the side of his face pouring with blood, his eyes open, and I throw the bar next to him and rush to Raya, quickly checking her pulse while Ivy covers her with her coat.

“I didn’t think Nyx, just like with Mama, I let my instincts kick in and did what I had to do before Ivy got her car and we drove her to the hospital.

Mama sorted the rest, but-but, she nearly died that night, and instead of backing off, she’s become relentless in getting rid of the gang,” I finish, and he sighs, holding me tighter as my phone rings.

Sighing again, he leans over and grabs my bag, passing it to me, but doesn’t let me go with his other arm, instead placing the bag between us.

I quickly get my phone out but shake my head, seeing it’s Melissa, and hang up, putting my phone back away before he puts my bag back in his saddle.

“Does she call a lot?” he asks, and I shake my head and admit, “She’s scared of Mama…”

He nods, placing his forehead against mine, our eyes connecting, and he admits, “Your secret is safe with me, and no one within the club will know about Raya.”

I nod, sniffling, “I’m putting all my trust in you here, Nyx.”

“I know,” he murmurs, “And I won’t take it for granted,” before he slightly presses his lips against mine but not hard enough for my liking. I lean forward, pushing harder, and he groans as he opens his mouth for my tongue, and all my senses go.

“Fuck,” he curses, breaking the kiss, “did you know I’ve always had a dream of fucking my girl on my bike?”

I grin against his lips, and I ask, “What are you waiting for then?”

“Absolutely nothing,” he mutters before slamming his lips against mine again, and I tilt my head to deepen the kiss as he bends slightly, grabbing my ass before he lifts me.

I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress lifting up as he turns us and sits me on his bike, our kiss heating up and he moves a hand between us, gripping my panties.

Tearing echoes, I lift a little to allow him to remove the torn fabric, not giving a crap because as soon as we do his cock, which I have no idea when he got it out, touches my entrance.

He thrusts inside me in one, making me moan against his lips.

All senses and all care leave me, this man being the only thing I can focus on.

I hope I haven’t made a mistake opening up to him, that he can show me that I can finally trust him again, and you never know, maybe we’ll finally get our happily ever after…