Page 21 of Always Yours

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Nik drives around for about twenty minutes and turns into the parking lot of a paintball place. Paintball was something he always wanted to try, but we were never really allowed to be kids, so we had never done it before.

We spend hours shooting each other and it’s the most fun I have ever had.

We get back to the clubhouse, covered in paint and laughing.

Art, Razor, Prez, and a couple other brothers are outside. They look panicked until they see us.

When we get out, they rush to the vehicle until they see us and stop; looking both of us over.

“I was going to ask where the fuck you guys have been, but I can tell by the paint,” Art says in amusement.

“We needed something to do while everyone was gone doing what you guys do,” I mumble.

“Right, maybe leave a note or something next fucking time. We had no idea where the fuck you were,” Razor snaps.

I raise an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t know we were prisoners here.”

He lets out a sigh. “Baby, you aren’t. We were just worried that you were found,” he says softly.

I look at Prez quickly and he nods his head. “Yeah, they told me when they freaked out and couldn’t find you guys.”

“Sorry,” I tell him softly.

“We will watch out for you guys if your past comes back. Right now, we don’t think anyone is looking for you, but we got you guys phones just so that we know where you are in case anyone figures it out,” he tells me, and I nod my head.

“I can’t believe you lost,” Art says laughing and pointing at Nik.

“What makes you think I lost?” Nik asks, crossing his arms and scowling at his brother.

Everyone bursts out laughing at the question.

“The evidence speaks for itself,” I say to Nik.

He looks at me in outrage.

“I taught you how to fight, defend yourself, and how to use knives. Not once in those lessons did we cover shooting. How the fuck are you such a good shot?” he asks while throwing his hands in the air.

“Some people just have natural talent,” I say smugly.

Everyone chuckles at my words and teases Nik on the way into the clubhouse.

This easy banter between everyone is something I have always wanted. I wish I could have grown up with a life like this.

I look towards Razor as he walks in grinning with Nik and Art. Maybe one day I will have this life, raising my children in it.

When I try to picture a future with Razor here, I could easily see us. That thought scares me immediately.

I’m eighteen and just finally getting out on my own and living my own life. Am I really ready to see a future with the first guy who gave me an orgasm? I sound like a definite clinger. That is not something I would want Razor to see me as. I may only have him for a couple more days, weeks, or months, and I don’t want him to run because I was clinging onto him.

Especially since Nik is thinking of prospecting, and Art is a fully patched member. I’ll be tied to the club in some way or another. There is no way I would ever leave Nik. As far as life goes, Nik and Art are my only family right now.

There is nothing that would make me go back.

I head straight to the kitchen to start cooking, and then stop when I see a lot of club girls making a huge mess. Oh hell no. Not in my kitchen.

“What the fuck?” I hiss.

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