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Chapter 19

Storm

I rub my temples, trying to ease the fucking ache in my head, but it does no good. I’m sick of this shit. I’m sick of feeling like I’ve lost it all. But I’m torn. I’m torn between hating her and wanting her. I’m torn between taking her and letting her fucking walk away.

“Headache?” Patch asks as he comes to sit next to me at the bar.

“Yeah. Just thinkin’ too damn much,” I tell him.

“That’ll do it. How’s the leg?” He asks. The leg? My leg. It’s fucked up. Doc said I probably won’t be able to walk without a fucking cane anymore. I can still ride, though, and that’s what matters most to me, but the thought of not being able to go out on recon and handle business with the guys doesn’t sit well with me right now.

“It's fucked. Doc tell you what he thought?” I ask him. Patch shakes his head.

“No.”

“Said I probably wouldn’t walk without a cane for the rest of my life.”

“Fuck, Storm.”

“Yeah. I know. That means when shit goes down, how the fuck am I gonna be there?”

“Shit, I’ll drag your ass in a wheelchair if that’s what you want,” he chuckles.

“I want to be there, Patch.”

“I know you do. So does that little hellion,” he says nodding toward Kenzee. I follow his gaze and watch her with the other girls, but she doesn’t look happy at all. Maybe she’s not.

“You’re not lettin’ her are you?” He shrugs.

“Why not? She has just as much right to be there as the rest of us. Hell, it was her dad and her old man that got fucked, yeah?” Now he looks over at me waiting for me to say that I’m not her man. I swallow hard and think about saying it but fuck, that shit is harder to say than I thought it would be.

“She’s not a killer, Patch.”

“No shit. I figured we’d let her rough a few people up and then move her on,” he says as I nod my head.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“So, when are you gonna pull your head out of your ass and talk to her?” I choke on my drink as he laughs at me.

“Who said I wasn’t talkin’ to her?”

“I can see the look in her eyes, Storm. She’s pissed.”

“It won’t work.”

“No? Well, I don’t think she’s goin’ anywhere, brother. You’re kinda stuck with that girl,” he laughs as he slaps a hand on my shoulder and stands to walk away. I look back down at my drink when she walks over and sits next to me.

“Heard you wanted to go when the time comes,” I say to her.

“I am going.”

“Not if I say you’re not.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re not my fucking boss, Storm. You don’t make my decisions,” she snaps at me. Her eyes are dark, darker than I’ve ever seen them and I love it. I love that she finds her own voice and uses it.

“Who am I? That fuckin’ cut you’re hell bent on wearin’ is who I am.” She raises her eyebrows at me, standing from the stool starting to pull the cut down her arms. “Think about what the fuck you’re about to do, Kenzee.” Her eyes find mine and I can see the war in them.

“You’re the one that said you didn’t want me, right? So this is useless to me,” she sneers at me.