Page 21 of Sweet Anarchy

"Butch, Vito and Volts are okay," she answers softly. "There's quite a few that didn't make it though. I'm not sure who right now."

I nod, swallowing. In a perfect world, she would smile and say everyone was okay and those assholes had piss poor aim. But we don't live in one.

Some of my club brothers are dead – a reality of the situation. I guess I knew this deep down, coming into this life. You know the risk, but you never think it will actually happen. Especially since things have been mostly quiet and civil since I joined.

I take a moment to think of my fallen brothers, even though I don't know who we've lost yet. The sadness is immediately overtaken by anger, my blood starting to burn as I silently plot the Norsemen's demise. I'm sure I'm not the only one – no doubt the higher ups are out for blood. And judging by the expressions of Rylee's Taylor-clan, they are also ready to go on the kill.

I'm sure there will be a meeting soon to discuss what happened and our plan of attack. We were fully prepared to go to war before… I have no doubts that everyone still feels the same. Especially now…

We will just have to bury our brothers first.

I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. If I linger on it for too long, I'll probably break down. I'm not too much of a man to admit it.

Giving Rylee another smile, I pull her towards me, wrapping my arm around her back.

"I'm so glad you're okay," I mutter to her.

She relaxes against me. "I'm so happy you're alive. I thought you weren't. It scared the hell out of me," she murmurs sadly.

"I'm not going anywhere," I reassure her.

Tyson walks over to the other side of the bed, touching my forearm. "I'm going to get going, brother. I'm staying in a motel nearby for a few days so I'll be back tomorrow. Don't worry… I'm not going to let Mom in on this. She'll go nuts."

I nod. "Best to keep it between us."

He looks over at Rylee, giving her a warm smile. I don't see her reaction but Tyson nods in approval, giving me a last pat goodbye before slipping out the door.

"So, what's next?" Rylee asks, pulling back slightly to look at me.

I reach up, stroking her cheek. "We find out when I can get the hell out of here. Then, it's time to show those fuckers that no one does revenge like the Rebels."

Chapter 7

Rylee

Since witnessing with my own eyes that Chuck is alive and… semi-well, I finally manage to feel a little more relaxed.

When I crawl into bed later that night, I fall asleep easily. Though, I'm itching to get back to him as soon as I can.

I tried to argue about sleeping at the hospital, but all four of them shot that idea down. Even the nurse scolded me saying both Chuck and I needed some rest, and I could come back tomorrow.

I'm not sure why, but when I fall asleep, I start having the most delicious dream. I'm not sure what it's about, other than it feels really… pleasurable?

I start tossing and turning, desperate to find some friction and mad that I insisted I sleep alone again. Mom and Gareth have been avoiding us still, and frankly, it's for the best. I can't look them in the eyes right now. I need to stay focused and take it one day at a time.

I need to stay relaxed and…

Holy fuck… I think I'm coming.

My eyes shoot open as my back arches off the bed, my body trembling as pleasure grips it, making my toes curl.

What the fuck?

Suddenly, the blanket starts moving and I gasp, throwing it back to find Zayn grinning up at me from between my legs.

"Damn, you sound so good when you come. Even when you're asleep."

"Zayn!"

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