Page 69 of Ruin
“When?” I ask, turning my attention back to him.
“Sooner the better. She could go into labor any day.”
I have no idea how I’m going to get away from here for that long. I’m not sure that I can—not while we’re waiting for the Iron pricks to retaliate from our last attack.
“I need to think about it.”
Boston is a seven-hour drive. If she goes into labor, we won’t make it that far. Though, we could make it to a different hospital. The next one is about an hour away, so that could work. But do we want to risk it?
“I may have another idea,” I say, considering our options.
Anastacia lets out a loud laugh, her head tipping back. Grizz is grinning at her, chewing his food.
“What is it?” Lucian asks.
“You up for a ride?”
His eyes narrow, but he nods.
Ten minutes later, I’m changed, and we’re getting into my truck and taking a drive.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kolton
“This payment is for your silence, you understand that, right?” I ask.
“Understood,” Razor says with a nod. “I respect what you’re doing.”
“I’ll be in touch when I have more info.” I hand him the bag that’s stuffed with five thousand dollars. I’d anticipated having to give him more, but he’s sympathetic to my situation since his girl just had a baby—his first.
“You know where to find me.”
I walk back through the darkness of the trees and to my car just on the other side. Doing this shit behind Prez’s back could really fuck me, but what other choice do I have? He’s being a prick about the situation and won’t listen. This is his fault. I will not put a child at risk, due to his being a fucking idiot, but I won’t lie and say this doesn’t make me a little nervous.
It’s clear we all have our issues with Coyote. But it’s also clear that everyone is still choosing the club. If Coyote finds out about this, I’m not sure anyone would be on my side. Maybe my brother. Likely, I guess, but that’s it. No one has ever been expelled from the HMMC before. We haven’t been around long enough, and we aren’t all that big to have dealt with someone like that. The only people who left did it because they died. Do I want to go down in HMMC history for being the first? Fucking no I don’t. But I’ve always known this club isn’t my life, so maybe it won’t be so bad. When I get to my car, I tug open the door and get in.
“How did it go?” Lucian asks.
I shut the door and sit there for a moment, staring out the windshield into the dark. The internal light turns off, bathing us in complete darkness. I turn to face him, and even though I can’t see him, I swear I can make out each line of his face.
Taking him here was a bad idea. Being in cars in dark, desolate places is kind of our thing, I guess. It’s almost like my body knows this on a deeper level, because it reacts without my permission. My hands fist in my lap as my urge to reach for him grows.
He’s no longer with his wife, so could this really be that bad? Is fighting it worth it? It takes so much out of me all the damn time. Maybe giving in and having something good for a while could be okay. Maybe we weren’t meant to work then, but why couldn’t we work now? There’s nothing in the way. Nothing stopping us.
“Why did you split up?” I ask.
“Things had been rough for a long time. We never should have gotten married in the first place.”
“Who decided?”
“It was mutual.”
My eyes fall closed, and I let the pain of those three words wash over me.
It was mutual.
“Meaning you didn’t decide it was time to leave her? Meaning if she hadn’t said something, neither would you.”
