Addicted to You (Devils Right Hand MC #3)

Chapter 14

Thought this song fit their situation very well..... denial is a river in Egypt. Love you all, Mack.

Axe's POV

When someone patches into the Devil's Right Hand MC, they take an oath. This oath is very similar to the one that cops take about protecting and serving, ours just has one little add-on. We promise to protect those who can't protect themselves by any means necessary and no matter the cost. It's a promise we make to each other and the community that when shit hits the fan, they can call us and we will handle it. I guess in a few months I'll be the one handling it. Sure, I haven't technically taken the oath yet because I'm only a prospect, but I still live by it. The second I decided to commit to the club I started living by that oath.

At first, I thought this was the perfect opportunity to right the wrongs of my past and actually save a life. I clung to that. For a while, it was the only thing that kept me going. And I think it makes Mel proud. I don't know where she is or if she can even hear me, but I like to think that the work I am doing now would make her proud, even if it is illegal.

Since I've been in the club for almost two years, it's normal that I've become so protective over....people. I've seen the worst of the worst. I've killed the worst of the worst. So of course it's normal that I have anxiety over certain situations, right?

I mean it's totally normal that I'm still sitting in Gabby's parking lot even though I dropped her off two hours ago. It's also totally normal that I stuffed a pillow and blanket under the seat of my truck before we left the clubhouse just in case I needed to sleep here. This is just how one best friend feels about another. I have to protect her, it's written in my bones that I have to protect this extraordinary human being from any more pain and tonight could cause her pain.

I can't even imagine what it's like for her to live in this trap house. Realistically I know she's lived in worse places but I wasn't around to see it. I'm around to see this. I'm the one that saw the very obvious weed deal go down on the other side of the lot a few minutes ago. And I'm the one who notices that her neighbor watches her through his window every time she walks back. But most importantly, I'm the one that saw the broken, beaten, shell of a person hiding behind the dumpster that night. That scene is something I will never forget. That feeling is something I hope to never feel again. I hadn't felt it since.....

No, I scold myself. You cannot compare her to Mel. That's just insulting because Mel was the love of your life and Gabby is a friend. Of course, seeing her in that state felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on. She'd feel the same way if I was hurt.

Long story short, it's normal that I'm here. It's a healthy boundary that I am sitting in my truck watching her place in case she needs me but still far enough away. Right?

I try to distract myself with whatever song is playing on the radio, but I can't. Then, I try to mindlessly scroll through social media on my phone but that was never really my thing. So now, I am staring at the old building in front of me and counting the cracks in the siding.

Suddenly, my mind-numbing boredom is interrupted by Gabby's door swinging open. I immediately sit up in my truck and I squint to see through the darkness. Of course, I expect to see her walk out but I don't. Instead, I see a long wooden thing sliding out of the doorway and finally Gabby appears. It takes a few seconds for me to grasp what is happening because it's so damn random. Gabby is pushing the perfectly good dining room table we painted a week ago down the stairs. Or at least, she's trying to.

"Whatcha doing?" I yell as I run toward the broken staircase. She is still injured. She doesn't need to add something else to the list.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asks as she pushes the front of the table down one step. It is tilted as the front half is on a step but the back half is still on the small walkway. She is going to hurt herself.