Page 24 of Wild Night (Vicious Reapers MC #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

POSEY

Void isn’t who I imagined he’d be. I’m not sure what I imagined this biker to be, but I thought he’d be more like Ivy, maybe Viking, but he’s different. I can’t even describe it… softer maybe. He seems to be more in tune with the needs and desires of women.

“How many sisters do you have?” I ask after he hands me a plate.

He’s made me a personal charcuterie. We’ve got a movie cued up and ready to watch. He offered me a glass of wine, but I declined. I’m not feeling the best and just want to veg out and watch movies.

Taking the plate of snacks from him, I tug the warm blanket up to my chest, sitting up so I can eat without spilling things all over me. There is cheese, fruit, and turkey on this plate, along with a little bowl of olives.

“Three sisters,” he says with a chuckle. “Two older and one younger. The older ones are married and have moved away. My little sister is still figuring life out. Don’t know if she ever will at this point since she’s thirty.”

Wincing, I don’t tell him that I’m thirty-six and obviously haven’t figured out fucking shit. Instead, I just give him a small smile. This is about her, not me. “Well,” I say with a sigh, “that explains it, then.”

“Explains it?” he asks.

“Explains why you’re really sweet. You bring me snacks when I don’t feel good. You hang out and watch movies with me. You’re more in tune with women than a regular guy with no sisters.”

His lips twitch into a smirk, and he shakes his head a couple of times before he sinks down in the recliner he’s claimed as his own. I watch as he brings the beer bottle in his hand to his lips and takes a pull from it. Then he lowers his arm, and his eyes find mine.

“If you were a bad bitch, this situation would be different,” he states.

“You don’t think I’m a bad bitch?” I ask, feigning offense.

He snorts. “I’ve discovered that you’re a lot of things, Posey. But a bad bitch is not one of them. I think you should just accept that and embrace it.”

Void is right. I should accept what I am and what I’m not. That being said, I’m not sure what exactly I am because, at the end of the day, I have no clue. I’ve spent my entire life trying to survive not only my parents but also the mistakes I’ve made.

The only time I didn’t feel like I was screwing up was in North Carolina with Ivy. I left to fix my shit, which only made everything a million times worse. So now I’m here, jobless, homeless, manless… although I should probably be manless for the rest of my life.

I’ve screwed up so much the past few years and messed up my whole life, all because I let some man into my life who shouldn’t have been. The red flags were all there, staring me right in the face, and I ignored them all. Every single one of them.

“Don’t stress about the past, babe. You can’t fix it. You can’t change it. All you can do is go forward.”

I really hate how awesome this man is and how attractive I find him for the simple fact that he’s been so amazingly kind to me. And that is my red flag. Falling for a man who is nice to me for a total of five minutes, and I’m in love .

“Let’s watch the movie,” I whisper.

He snorts. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Thankfully, we don’t talk the rest of the movie, mainly because I fall asleep. On top of not feeling the best lately, I’ve also been exhausted. It’s not like I’m doing much of anything, either, so being tired seems dumb.

I’m probably just emotionally drained from everything that happened and the future I have to figure out. I have a lot on my plate, and I’ve been avoiding it all. In fact, I’ve been sleeping through the day just so I don’t feel guilty about avoiding it all.

The next morning, over breakfast, I notice that Void seems to be a bit… off. I’m not sure how to describe it, but he seems almost as if he’s nervous about something. But before I can ask him, he clears his throat and starts to talk.

“Shocker is here from the club in Thunder Rock. He wants to talk to you. My president has spoken to Bullet, and it’s at Bullet’s request that Shocker come here and lay eyes on you.

I know that Monty promised you time to heal and make some decisions before you had to answer to anyone, but it doesn’t seem like they want to wait any longer to speak to you. ”

I don’t remember Shocker, but that doesn’t mean anything. I don’t remember many men at the club. I remember Viking, Bullet, and Ivy, and that’s only because I interacted with them the most, Ivy especially. Just thinking about him makes my whole body shiver with desire.

If Void notices, he thankfully doesn’t comment on it. He does, however, continue to look at me, waiting for me to answer him. “I don’t mind talking,” I quickly spurt out.

“You want him to come here or to meet him somewhere? He doesn’t have to know where we are, babe.”

God.

Void is so nice.

Like, beyond nice.

I don’t know how this man isn’t married with a houseful of children. Because if I hadn’t met and fallen for Ivy, this would be the man I would choose. He’s everything I thought I could never have in a man.

Before Lucian, before any other boyfriend I had, I wouldn’t have looked twice at Void, not because he’s a scary biker, but because I wouldn’t have thought a guy that nice would want anything to do with me.

I would have been right, no doubt, but not for that reason.

I would have likely sabotaged it, knowing that I didn’t deserve him.

The realization slams into me like a freight train with no brakes.

I’m sure I came across some really great guys.

And I would have told myself that I wasn’t attracted to them, even if I was, because I knew I wasn’t good enough for them.

And that is how I ended up with one trash-bag man after the next until I married the whole dumpster.

And I didn’t even marry him. It was a ceremony of fakeness.

I told myself that I was going to start doing the opposite, that I was going to start going against my initial reactions, and that starts now. Void is giving me the option, which I think means that he trusts this man enough that I can, too.

“He can come here,” I state.

“You sure?” he asks.

Sinking my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip, I worry the skin there for a moment before I speak. “You trust him?” I ask.

He watches me for a moment, his gaze searching mine, then he grins. “He’s a Reaper. So yeah, I do. But I also know of him. Heard a lot about him over the years. He’s one of the OGs. He’s good, Posey.”

“Then he can come here,” I say. “He came all the way here to speak to me. It’s the least I can do.”

“I’ll order some takeout,” Void mutters.

“Pizza?” I ask.

His lips twitch into a smirk. “Better fuckin’ believe it.”

So, instead of stressing out about this man I don’t know who is coming here to talk to me, I decide to just go with the flow. I clean up around the house, then take a long, hot shower and wash my hair.

By the time I finish, I’m so exhausted that I curl up on the sofa with my throw blanket, and within seconds, my eyelids flutter closed, and I fall asleep— hard .

IVY

Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh.

I don’t know what the fuck is going to happen with Posey, but today is the day.

I’m sitting in court, ready to do my thing, to attempt to represent this asshole who I know did what he’s being accused of doing.

But all I can think about is Posey and the fact that Shocker is going to talk to her today.

I hope like fuck he can convince her to come home… come back to me. Bullet and Dakota want her here because she’s family, but I do because I fucking love her.

Love has never been something I was ever interested in. But weeks without her, and I know that she’s the one I want. Posey Bennet is my old lady. She doesn’t know it yet, but that’s what she is. The woman has gone through shit, but it’s nothing we couldn’t work through together.

Lucian Whitmore will never be an issue ever again. At least, I’ve been assured that is the case. I would like to see for myself that he’s no longer a threat, but beggars can’t be choosers, so I’ll take the assurance with a grain of salt.

When the court breaks for lunch, instead of focusing on the next witness’s set of questions the way I should be, I dig my phone out of my pocket and call Bullet. I don’t even let him greet me before I ask him if he’s heard anything.

“She’s agreed to meet with Shock tonight.”

Thank. Fuck.

“I got about three more days of this trial. If they aren’t on their way home, I’m going out there.”

Bullet chuckles. “Don’t fuck her up, brother,” he says.

Turning my head, I dip my chin as I look down at my shoes. Pinching my eyes closed, I let out an exhale.

“She’s already fucked me up more than any other goddamn human could ever imagine.”

And that’s not a lie. I’ve never felt this out of control before in my entire fucking life.

I’m about ready to end my whole fucking career and life for this woman.

I’ve spent weeks without her, worried about her, trying to give her the space she needs, and feeling completely fucked up about every minute of every day.

I’ve never needed anyone in my life.

I need her.

And I don’t know how to feel about that. I’m about to lose my goddamn mind over it.

“Then I would say don’t do to her what she’s done to you. From what I hear, Posey’s been through it. If she comes home, no doubt she’s going to feel unsure of everything and everyone.”

Letting out a bark of laughter, I lift my head, open my eyes, and look at the ceiling for a moment before I speak. “Brother,” I murmur, “you handing out life advice now?” I ask. “You a pro?”

He doesn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he snorts. “Brother,” he begins, “I’m the only one sleepin’ beside the woman I want. Give me a little fuckin’ credit.”

Well then. He’s not fucking wrong, which pisses me off. And I have nothing else to say to him, so instead, I tell him to fuck off and end the call as he laughs. I have to get back to work anyway.