Page 92 of Wild Side
“Marry me, honey.”
I come.
And when I do, I cry out the wordyes.
WILD TOUCH
A Vicious Reapers MC Short Story
PROLOGUE
LIGHTNING
My phone rings.Reaching into my pocket, I look down, recognizing the number, but I’m still surprised to see it flash across my screen. Not that I don’t know her. Not that I’ve never talked to her before, but for her to actually reach out to me, and by calling me, it must be big.
Sliding my thumb across my screen, I clear my throat before I sayhello. I know that I probably sound confused, and that’s because I am. I have no clue why she would be calling me… now or ever. That’s not who or what we are.
“Light?” she says, her words barely above a whisper. It’s a question, but I’m not sure what that question is.
My lips twitch when she calls me Light. I like it, probably more than I should, but here we are. I don’t think I’ll ever not like it. Especially when I’m inside her and she whispers it. That’s my favorite.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Are you back home yet?”
I’ve been out on a run. Protection for a truckload of whatever the fuck is being hauled. I don’t ask questions. I ride in front of them, get them to their destination, and then guide them home.
None of that requires questions or answers.
I don’t ask questions often, which is what makes me a good enforcer and soldier. I follow orders when and how they need to be followed.
“Just pulled in, what’s up?” I ask.
There is a moment of silence, a pregnant pause that I don’t quite understand. Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times, waiting for her to tell me why the fuck she’s calling me. We aren’t serious. I don’t even know if she’s fucking anyone else. I know I am, but we’ve made no promises to each other.
“I’m leaving,” she whispers.
“Leaving what, babe?” I ask.
“Thunder Rock. I just wanted to say goodbye.”
“When do you leave?” I demand.
“In an hour.”
BRIANA
Ending the call with Lightning, I look around my little apartment. My suitcase is packed, my apartment empty-ish. All of my big items are staying for the next person who rents this place. I figure they may need a secondhand dining room table for four more than me.
I’ve hugged Dakota and baby Nathan. I’ll miss Lainey’s bakery, Posey, and her baby girl. I’ll miss Zadie, her brand-new twins, and I’ll even miss all of the rough and tumble guys. All of them.
But especially Lightning.
I’ll miss every little thing that makes him,him. I fell in love with the asshole. And he is one too. He knows it and so do I, but I never cared. Just thinking about him causes my lips to curve up into a smile. He is one reason I need to leave. The other reason is for myself.
When I left Willamette Haven, I became fiercely independent. I created a whole life that I could call my own. That has slowly chipped away and fallen to the wayside. I’ve become dependent on Dakota and this club for support. Not financially, of course, but in every other way, and it’s time for me to move on.
To move forward.
