Page 68 of Flyboy's Nightingale
I’m lying in one of the beach loungers when I hear the back door open, nearly jumping out of my skin because I’m so lost in the book I’ve been reading. Looking over my shoulder, I find Vixen standing there looking a little lost. It takes me a moment to process that it’s the strong, fierce woman that I know.
“You okay, Vixen?” I call to her.
She looks over and finally seems to see me. “Oh, hey, girl. Sorry, I need a few moments. I won't bother you.”
“No, come stay, are you okay? I’m a great listener if you need to just get the words out of your head.” I smile, placing my book beside my leg.
“Oh, is that good?” She points to the book.
“It really is. My TBR is so long,” I tell her.
“Same! I have so many on my TBR. The last one I read wasButcher’s Destruction, by Liberty Parker. She is one of my one-click authors, no matter what she writes,” Vixen says excitedly.
“Oh, me too girl!” I pause a beat, then ask, “Do you wanna talk about anything?”
“I don’t want to be whiny. I just have a hard time emotionally at the clubhouse when I’m pregnant. Things between me and MC clubs haven’t always been the best. I had a rough life for a minute, and some days, are just harder than others when it comes to processing everything. Does that make sense?” she rambles.
“That makes total sense. I completely understand having mixed feelings about being in the clubhouse. You know logically that you’re safe and nothing is going to happen, yet there’s something deep inside of you that has you watching and waiting for the other shoe to drop. To show you that they’re just like all the others.” I put into words the constant fight I have all day, every day.
“That’s exactly it. I’ve never been able to put it into words before. Don’t get me wrong, I love these men with my whole heart, and know they would give their life for us. The memories can’t be erased, and when my hormones are all over the place, there’s nothing I can do to keep them away.” I watch this amazing, badass of a woman that’s always larger than life itself, show me that we all have things that go bump in the night no matter how badass we are.
“We all have a Boogie man living in our brain. What matters, is that he never wins, and we fight every day.” I smile, pulling my shades over my eyes.
“Couldn’t have said it better if I tried. Now, tell me about this book of yours.”
I spend the rest of the afternoon with Vixen, laughing and getting to really know the woman that can bring a man like Torch to his knees—willingly. When the sun is long gone, we make our way to the kitchen to see if we can find some food. Not long after we eat, Vixen decides we’re going to have a movie night in the great room. Throwing caution to the wind, I agree.
We gather snacks, pop popcorn, and gather drinks before settling into the large couches and chairs. It only takes about thirty minutes, and the rest of the Ol’ ladies join us. We laugh and talk for hours, doing everything in our power to distract ourselves from the fact our men are doing god knows what and unsure of when they’ll be back.
I smile to myself, realizing that I’ve found my home. Now, if I can just convince Flyboy of this.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
Flyboy
I standat the dungeon doors, clenching my fist as adrenaline slithers its way through my veins. Mouth Peace shifts next to me, catching my attention. I watch as he bounces from one foot to the other foot.
“You good, brother?” I question him.
“Just trying to stay loose.” The look of pure anticipation in his eyes is eerie.
Note to self, stay on that man’s good side. My phone vibrates with a notification. I reach into my pocket and pull it out to find a text from Torch, letting me know that the packages have been acquired and they’re on their way back to the clubhouse.
“Look alive, boys! The packages are enroute,” I shout, letting Mouth Peace, Wesson, and Coin know to be ready.
“About fucking time. I didn’t think it would take them that long,” Wesson grumbles, standing straight from the wall.
“You never know, maybe they decided to play a little cat and mouse.” Coin shrugs, digging dirt from under his nails with apocket knife. “I mean, fuck, we’ve been playing the game for months at this point.”
“That sounds about right with them having Smith and Pretty Boy in tow,” I tell them as the back door bangs open.
We turn to see our first special guest being dragged through the door. The eyes of the man that should’ve protected Riley from all the nasty shit in the world, land on me. I make sure that what he sees is the monster, created by Uncle Sam during time of war staring back at him. The malice he sees radiating off me causes his pupils to explode, taking over all the color and turning them black. I tilt my head, watching him, allowing my true intentions to show through. This man is going to die, and no matter what, it’s not going to be quick.
“Welcome to your own personal hell.” Mouth Peace viciously smiles. “We’re ecstatic to have you here.”
“You stupid motherfuckers, who do you think you are? Do you have any fucking idea who we are?” The man with eyes that mirror Riley's yells as Smith pushes him through the door.
