Page 20 of Roxy’s Independence (Mayhem Makers – MMM: Deviant Knights MC #3)
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It’s been six days since we found Kinsley’s lifeless body at the motel. Standing at the gravesite as her funeral is underway, it’s cloudy and dismal out just like all of our moods. The official report was as expected but still has us wondering what triggered Macon to do what he did.
Was it Kinsley moving on without him?
Was it because she had a child with another man?
Had he plain and simply lost his mind, knew he wanted to end things but decided he wasn’t going to do it without the love of his life?
The note he left behind is being safeguarded, it’s not being shared with the public which means it must have some sensitive information in it because otherwise, it makes no damn sense why Brick, with his contacts, can’t get his eyes on it.
Not even our tech savvy members can find a trace of it online.
And what’s got me confused, is the fact that most of Macon’s military and civilian records have been redacted. Like they’re trying to nix the important parts of his life. What was that fucker involved in? I have a shit ton of questions that I’m not sure will ever be answered.
I miss hearing the sermon because my mind is stuck on these things.
My body jerks when the casket is lowered and I kick myself in the ass for being oblivious.
But that seems to be the course of things lately.
I can’t concentrate, I’m existing but that’s about it.
Like the rest of the guys, I feel like a damn failure.
So much has happened since the night we lost Kinsley that I can’t wrap my mind around it all without wanting to tear apart the universe.
Tamara and her boy were taken so we put off the service for as long as we could while traipsing through town trying to locate them.
Thank fuck for Hannah, Faith, and Amelia.
Our gifts feel like burdens from time to time, but if it wasn’t for the three of them, we likely may have never found Tamara and Chance.
Faith and Hannah did the communication thing but Ameilia was the interpreter.
She laid witness to what they saw as Chance was led through where he was being held captive and passed that information on.
They’re the real heroes.
My eyes laser in on Python as he carts his boy over to the lowered casket and tosses rose petals into the hole. As they float down, a caress floats through the air.
A sisterly touch saying goodbye to one of her brothers.
“We’re gonna miss the fuck out of you Kinsley,” I whisper. She and I may not have gotten close like I have with the rest of the old ladies, but she meant something to me—to all of us. “Take care of yourself. I hope you find peace in the afterlife.”
For the next few days, I’ve lost count of how many there have been, I become even more overbearing with Roxy than I normally am.
I’m her shadow.
I can’t stand to let her out of my sight for even a second.
She’s been pretty accommodating and hasn’t complained once.
I’ve even climbed in behind her during her bubble bath time and wrapped my arms around her, just holding her and feeling her heartbeat.
I need to feel her life essence as it flows through her body.
I’m constantly laying my hand on her just to feel her pulse, letting it soothe me.
But I’m not the only man experiencing that level of insanity with his old lady.
Eventually, the women are gonna get tired of our hovering and all hell is going to break loose.
Roxy convinced Python to seek out a therapist and even though it hasn’t been long since he’s been seeing Dr. Malcaroy, I can see the light starting to flicker in his eyes.
He’s coming around, but it’s going to take time for him to get back to where he was both mentally and emotionally.
Until that time comes, we’ll be there for him no matter what capacity that is.
The thing that matters most, is that today, he’s made an appearance at our family gathering.
We’re celebrating life with booze and barbecue because it’s precious and you never know when it’ll be taken away.
This isn’t only about Kinsley, it’s about all of the fallen men and women we’ve lost along the way.
This is us honoring and remembering them the only way we can by sharing stories and memorializing them.
When Dragon raises his beer high into the air and Wrecker whistles, I give them my undivided attention.
Butcher steps up and stands beside Dragon.
Our pres and VP make a formidable pair when they’re standing side by side.
I wouldn’t want to cross them in a dark alley because the mere sight of them could make a grown man piss his pants.
When the mass grows quiet, waiting to see what they have to say, Dragon smiles.
“We’ve lost, we’ve sacrificed, and we’ve fought our way out from the depths of hell.
People have come into our lives who’ve made a difference, and those people have made us better men and women.
We may have faced tribulations in the last few years, but we’ve also been given some very special treasures.
Our kids and old ladies are the most precious of gems. So today, we toast life, we give our thanks, and we mourn.
Raise your bottles, brothers, and shout out your thanks for those we’ve lost and those who are still with us. ”
Wolf whistles pierce the air as we all raise our bottles. Roxy buries herself deeper into my chest and looks up at me. “I love you, Weston. Thank you for giving me my second chance. My independence, and for giving me a family.”
“I love you more, Foxy Roxy. Thank you for being my rock, my salvation, my second chance. I’ll never take your independence from you, being with me should make you stronger, not weaker.
Because you, my love, are the backbone of who we are.
You hold us up and make me better and it’s because of you that we have our family. ”
She clinks her wine cooler to my beer and says, “To us. To the future, whatever it brings.”
“Whatever it brings,” I repeat, leaning over and capturing her lips with mine.
Life is fickle and unpredictable, but with her and our kids at my side, I feel like I can take on the world.
THE END
Until the next adventure…