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by Ashley Hall


  Normally, after I offed a pedo, I felt better for a little while, but it never lasted long. Killing had become such a huge part of my life that it had replaced drugs for me. It helped to dull the pain, to keep the nightmares at bay, but it never lasted long. I would need another fix, need another mission.

  But this feeling of freedom… I had never felt before, and I somehow knew that this was the last kill I would ever need to make. My past would no longer torment me. I could move past it. I suspected that it might have to do with the personal nature of this kill. This hadn’t been the first time I’d been shot at or even injured during a mission, but this fucker had gone after Sky. He had deserved to die for his crimes.

  Like Sky had told me a long while ago, there would always be other pedophiles. I still wanted to go after them, but I wouldn’t kill them. I’d figure something out. Sky and I could figure it out together.

  I grabbed Sky and stared deeply into her eyes. She looked peaceful. I breathed easier. I hadn’t ever wanted to kill in front of her again, but maybe now she could share in the peace and freedom I now felt.

  My hands brushed her hair back from her shoulders, and I cupped her cheeks. My lips claimed hers, soft at first but then more urgently, with a needy kind of desperation. We were both gasping for air when we pulled apart.

  “Sky, I want to tell you something.” My voice was low, soft, and almost unrecognizable. “From this moment on, I’m a changed man. We’re leaving the brotherhood, and we’re starting over.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Sky

  The entire trek back to the clubhouse, I sat on Shadow’s lap, clinging to him. There had been enough room for his bike to fit into the back of the van so we didn’t have to drive it back. I needed this closeness with him. We didn’t talk or kiss. There was nothing that needed to be said. We were together. We were safe. We were ready to put that horrible crap behind us.

  As soon as we arrived, I took a long, hot shower to wash away the makeup and stench the sex club had left on me. Thankfully Greene hadn’t touched me that much, so my body didn’t feel that dirty, but even so, the shower felt like it was washing me clean, stripping me of my old life, and giving me license to start this new one afresh.

  I emerged from the steam feeling triumphant and, more importantly, happy.

  I was at peace. With the past, with my present, and with the future.

  And I knew and trusted Shadow felt the exact same way.

  When I exited the bathroom, there was a commotion going on downstairs—laughing, talking, cheering. I grinned. It sounded like a party.

  Quickly, I changed into something that felt more me than that skanky dress I had just been wearing to the sex club. I could already imagine the blaze it would spark when I burned it. A quick brush of my hair, some light makeup, and I was ready.

  I hurried downstairs to find all of the guys crammed into the bar area. Music was playing, and everyone looked so happy I couldn’t help but smile. My smile stretched even wider when I spied Shadow. He was at the end of the bar, nursing a beer, watching everyone. He hadn’t seen me yet, and I enjoyed seeing him so relaxed.

  After he had finished his beer, he waved off Sam the Slayer, who was currently acting as bartender and had started to reach for another bottle.

  Shadow stood and clapped his hands. It took three tries for the guys to notice and another three before the place was quiet enough for him to be heard.

  My dead sexy, hot, biker dude took his time looking around. I still didn’t think he saw me, but that didn’t matter. He obviously had something to share with the guys, and I was as interested as they were to hear what their leader had to say.

  “We’ve been through so much,” Shadow started, his voice thick and emotional. “Good times. Bad times. Decent times. Shitty times. We’ve dealt with it all, and we’ve come out stronger for it.”

  A round of cheers went up.

  Shadow raised his hand for quiet. “We all have different backgrounds, different strengths, and different weaknesses. We’ve all grown, as individuals, and as a family.”

  Some of the guys chest-bumped, knocked their fists together, or clanged their beers.

  “We’ve all had a darkness looming over us. Our pasts or the shit that went down with our loved ones… We bonded over that, as crazy and fucked up as that is. The world can be a dangerous place, and we did our part to make it better, safer.”

  “Did?” Ratched asked quietly, so quietly that not everyone might have heard him.

  Shadow had to have, but he ignored his brother. “Life has a funny way of handling things, you know? It can give us everything, and it can take it away. And sometimes, it gives it back to you.” He crossed his arms, muscles flexing. “I never had a family until this, until us.”

  Another round of cheers. More hugs, more drinks, more talking and laughing.

  It took a fair amount of time before everyone settled again.

  “You’ll always be my family,” Shadow said, his low voice carrying throughout the silent bar. “Always.” He pounded on fist to his chest. “Ride together. Ride forever.”

  “Ride together. Ride forever!” Most, if not all, of the brothers took up the shout.

  “But now my road is taking me elsewhere. I have to get out of the MC.”

  “Wait, you’re stepping down?” Sam the Slayer asked.

  “You’re leaving us?” Eyebrow shook his head.

  “Dude, no way.” Killa, a guy whose body was covered in tattoos, glowered at Shadow. “You can’t, man. No way, no how.”

  “I have to, and I will,” Shadow said calmly. “You all are free. You can go back to your lives. Do what you want. Or you can stay in the club.” He shrugged. “Do whatever feels right. That’s what I’m going to do.”

  My heart was pounding in my chest. The words Shadow had said to me while we had watched Greene die came back to me. “From this moment on, I’m a changed man. We’re leaving the brotherhood, and we’re starting over.” I hadn’t realized just what that would mean to both him and the guys. It was heartbreaking. They really were a family, and now he was leaving them because of me, for me.

  No. It wasn’t about me. It was about him. Shadow was the one walking away. I might have wanted him to stop his missions, but I never expected him to leave the motorcycle club behind. That could only ever be his choice. He had been with the club far longer than we had been together. They were as much a part of him as I was.

  “After everything we’ve been through, you’re just abandoning us?” someone called out from the back.

  “I’m not abandoning you,” Shadow protested. “You don’t—”

  But he was losing the crowd as his brothers began to call out to him and talk to each other, some louder than others.

  “You’re deserting us.”

  “For no good reason.”

  “For a terrible reason. A girl who left you already. Who can’t make up her mind. Why go back to her? Why choose her over us?”

  I winced. Some of the guys standing near me backed away as if I had the plague.

  I opened my mouth to speak up but then shut it. They were Shadow’s people. It would be best for him to handle this on his own. My trying to help would probably only make matters worse.

  “You have to understand.” Shadow took a deep breath.

  Sam the Slayer cracked open a beer and slid it down the bar. Shadow grabbed it and took three long swallows.

  “Sometimes, you have to move on.”

  Grumbling started. Most weren’t happy, but Ratched was nodding slowly. I liked him. He was calm and levelheaded. Plus, he had kept on top of Shadow to keep up with his exercises after he had been discharged from the hospital. A good nurse and a great guy.

  Ratched waved a hand in the air. “You don’t seem so… tortured,” he settled on.

  And it was true. There had always been a rough edge to Shadow, a part of him that seemed too damaged to ever be fixed. Right now, though, it was gone. He looked happier.

  “We
all have our demons,” Shadow said. “That’s why we pulled the crazy shit we’ve done.”

  “You got rid of yours,” Eyebrow said.

  “Good for you.” Sam the Slayer walked out from behind the bar and clinked his beer to Shadow’s. Then he gave him a one-armed hug.

  The grumbling changed to congratulatory remarks, and Shadow made his way through the crowd, talking to each of his brothers, hugging them, laughing with them, making his peace with them all. They really loved each other. Although Shadow had been a bad man, he had a good heart. He loved me, and he would always be loyal to me.

  Was there anything else I could ask for?

  The party continued, a rockin’ good time, and it became more than just a celebration that we had triumphed over Frank Greene. It became a goodbye party too. Almost. More like an until-we-run-into-each-other-again kind of party. I had no idea what the future would hold or where we would go, but the guys would always be a part of Shadow, and I didn’t mind sharing him at all.

  Wives and girlfriends began to show up, and that was when the night really started to get wild and crazy. There was dancing and laughter and happiness. I didn’t seek out Shadow, wanting him to have his time with his guys since I would have him for the rest of our lives.

  But when he did come over to me, his eyes brightening his face as he took in my tight tank top and my old denim miniskirt, I did not turn him away. We slow danced despite the fast, upbeat song playing. His heart sounded so loud as I rested my head against his chest. Again, we didn’t talk. We just were. And that was all either of us needed.

  ***

  A couple of days later, Shadow and I were just finishing packing up. As I grabbed my phone charger, I hesitated.

  “What’s up?” Shadow asked.

  I walked over and sat on the stripped bed. “Marie,” I murmured. I hadn’t heard back from her after our fight. Yesterday, I had called my parents and talked to them for the first time in ages. It had been almost surreal, but I was glad Marie had never told them about my absence—when I had been in the coma—so they hadn’t worried about me. Dad said I sounded happier than ever before, and Mom thought my idea to go to beauty school was great. She didn’t think I would fail. I had had my share of disappointments in life, some before Shadow, some with, but beauty school would not be one of them.

  My fingers flew over the tiny keyboard as I quickly texted Marie that I was leaving. “I hope you’ll come see me off,” I finished the text with. I tossed my phone onto the bed beside me. “I just don’t want us to be fighting anymore,” I said, staring up at the ceiling as I flopped back.

  “Maybe the situation between you two needs more time.” Shadow came over and patted my knee. “I don’t want to come between you two.”

  “She doesn’t know the whole story, just some vague hints about the bad stuff. Of course she hates you.”

  “Hard to see why.” Shadow held out his hands in an ‘I’m-always-innocent’ kind of way. “I’m perfect.”

  If there had been a pillow on the bed, I would’ve flung it at him. “Sure you are.”

  “Hey.” He frowned, pretending to pout, but then he pounced on me, tickling me, and it was glorious and fun, and it completely took my mind off my worries.

  Two hours passed, and we were all packed up and ready to hit the road. There wasn’t a whole lot we could take with his. Shadow had fixed up an old motorcycle for me, and he gave it to me last night. I had gotten my license to drive one back when we had first started dating, but since we had always gone everywhere together, there hadn’t been a point in my having one of my own. “Don’t think of it as a present,” he had said. “It’s an investment in our future.”

  My heart warmed at his words, and I ran my fingers across the smooth seat.

  A car honked, and I glanced up to see a taxi. Marie climbed out. She didn’t exactly rush over, but she was here.

  Shadow nodded at her. She ignored him. I wasn’t at all surprised when he headed back toward the clubhouse to give us some privacy.

  I rushed over to her and nearly plowed into her as I hugged her hard. “You came.”

  “You’re leaving.” Her gaze shifted to Shadow, who had just reached the front door. “With him.”

  “Yes.” I stared at her, willing her to hear me out. “I never once told you anything good about Shadow. All of the great times we’ve had together. I only ever used you as a sounding board when things got tough. That wasn’t right. It painted an awful picture of him.”

  She raised her eyebrows but didn’t interrupt.

  “Yes, he was a bad man, and he did horrible things. His past, his upbringing… It was hell. Seriously hellish. That’s no excuse for what he’s done. I know that. He knows that. But, Marie, he’s a changed man. I swear he is.”

  “How can you be so sure?” There wasn’t a hint of disbelief in her voice this time. She was just asking a question, reserving judgment.

  “We’re leaving,” I said simply. “Leaving the MC. Leaving behind the shit from his past. That bad stuff I hinted to you about before the car accident? He’s done with all of that. He’s a changed man,” I repeated. “If you would give him a chance, I think you might like him. He’s not perfect, but then again, neither are you, and I love you anyway.” I grinned at her then held my breath, waiting for a reaction.

  Marie tilted her head, considering. Then she nodded. “I don’t like Shadow. I don’t know if I ever will. But that he wants to leave his… what did you call it? His shitty past? That he wants to leave that behind and he’s not involved in whatever mess he had been… that he wants to get out of here and live a better life with you, that I can respect. And that’s as good as you’re going to get.”

  I hugged her again.

  She laughed. “I can’t breathe!”

  I had my sister back. I had Shadow minus the darkness.

  I had the world at my fingertips.

  I felt invincible.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Shadow

  The women were talking and laughing and hugging. As much as Marie and I have been at odds, for basically forever, I wanted the two of them to be happy. Sky needed her sister and I didn’t want to come between them. Family, true and honest family, wasn’t easy to come by.

  It was starting to get late though, and we should hit the road. I walked away from the window, exited the clubhouse, and strolled over to them, thumbs hooked through the loops in the front of my jeans. “Everything all good now?” I asked, eyes only for Sky.

  She nodded and wiped tears away. The good kind of tears, I could tell. “Yes.”

  Marie one-armed hugged Sky protectively. “You aren’t going to run off with her and never let her see her family again, are you?” she asked accusingly.

  “Still distrusting.” I frowned. “Of course I won’t keep her from her family. I wish I had family too.”

  “Your father,” Sky pointed out.

  “Yeah. I guess he’s not so bad.” Even my resentment toward my father was starting to go away. I really did feel like a free man.

  “Well…” Marie shrugged. “Good luck, you two.” She hugged Sky then stared at me. After a moment, she held out her hand.

  I shook it. “Thank you.”

  “I just realized I forgot something. Be right back. Don’t leave yet, Marie!” Sky darted to the clubhouse, leaving me alone with her sister.

  Wow, talk about awkward. I cleared my throat. “I swear I’ll do right by her.”

  “Do you even know right from wrong?” she asked quietly.

  “She can be my conscious.”

  Marie pursed her lips.

  “Why do you hate me so much?” I asked.

  “Sky told me—”

  “She told me she only ever told you the bad stuff. And there’s a lot of that, yes, but no more. That’s not me. But I was wondering why you have hated me from the second you met me, before Sky even knew about the other stuff.” Right from the start, Marie had always had a beef with me.

  She picked at her
nails, not looking at me.

  “Hey, I’m not asking for your dark secrets. I…” I couldn’t. “I’m not willing to share mine with you either. I just want to know why you hated me. I get why you hate me now—”

  “I don’t hate you. Well, if you do anything to endanger Sky, I will not only hate you, I’ll kill you.”

  I blinked at her ferocity.

 

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