Page 37 of Flash (Iron Thunder MC 2)
I cleaned up around the kitchen and then the bedroom. Alone in Flash’s house, I couldn’t help but be tempted to look through his things. I hadn’t even started exploring. Maybe he had a secret stash somewhere. A shoebox of his own. What would I find out about him if I went looking?
I stood in the middle of his bedroom, trying to decide what to do next. I could have easily started looking through all the cupboards and drawers in the house—and there were plenty—but eventually, after thinking about it for a few minutes, I decided I wouldn’t snoop.
Flash, after everything he had done for me, was entitled to his privacy. Besides, if he really had something to hide from me, he wouldn’t have just left me here to do whatever I wanted.
And I wanted it to be different with Flash. I’d been foolish in my past relationships, but with Flash, I wanted to start on a different note. On a mature note.
Now that I’d told him everything worth knowing about me, the ball was in his court. It was now up to him to reveal anything to me he thought was worth knowing about himself. I didn’t intend on going poking him about his past.
So I walked away from the bedroom and made my way to the living room, looking around, admiring the detail in the decor and how well maintained the place was. Flash’s personal life was just so vastly different from his professional one.
Outside the Club, he was neat and clean and took joy in having a good-looking house. He was clearly willing to spend money on it.
But outside this house, the man you were confronted with was dark and dangerous, rough around the edges, living a dangerous life and involved in activity that wouldn’t please most of this darling neighborhood if they found out about it.
I peeked through the curtains and looked out at the quiet street.
What did these people think Flash did for a living? Who did they think he was in his professional life?
I tidied up the curtains again.
I knew exactly who Flash was in his professional life. He didn’t need to spell it out for me to figure out exactly what his Club was involved in.
I just wanted him to know none of that bothered me anymore.
If he gave me a chance to explain, I’d help him see how much I’d changed in the past year. I wasn’t that naive girl anymore. I wasn’t that girl in the story I was telling him.
The Allegra Gordon who’d flushed down a box of drugs or run away scared from confrontation—that girl had been left behind. I’d spent too much time on my own, too much time looking out for myself and I’d met many different kinds of people along the way.
Being on the run had given me a brand new perspective on life. The kinds of people I’d interacted with, some good, some helpful and kind, some cruel, some criminal…they all had their stories and despite my circumstances, I’d tried my best to understand them.
The one thing I’d figured out along the way was—it didn’t matter which side of the law someone lived on. What mattered was what their personal morals were. Just because someone committed a crime, or what was considered a crime to the rest of society, it didn’t directly make them a bad person.
And I knew that was true for Flash and the rest of his MC. I’d known that about him from the first moment I met him. Maybe the old me would have been afraid of him and his lifestyle. The old me would have already run away by now. But I wasn’t scared of Flash or what he had to offer. As long as he treated me well, kept me safe and was loyal to me, there was no reason why I couldn’t have a future with him.
This was what I wanted to tell him today.
It had been less than an hour that Flash was gone. I was done cleaning up. I’d changed into fresh clothes, brushed my hair…even put on some makeup. He said he would be back home by dinner, but it was only the start of the day. I didn’t know how long I would have to wait to see him again.
I was getting impatient.
There was so much I wanted to tell him.
I wanted him to know we had a fair shot at a future together—if that was what he wanted too. If he was serious about claiming me and protecting me.
I walked around the house aimlessly for a while longer. Drank another mug of coffee and ate an orange. For the first time in a very long time, I felt at peace. I could get used to this good feeling, I thought with a smile.
Starting to feel bored, I decided to go for a short walk. Just around the neighborhood. Just to get an extended taste of what it would be like to live here with Flash. To start a new life.
