Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

12. Reaper

The initial shock of knowing she intentionally hurts herself had me seeing red. I could've torn the bathroom apart with rage, but I managed to keep my cool as best I could, for her sake. I couldn't shake the images of her legs and stomach from my head. Wanted to know why she would do that to herself. But it wasn't the time to ask, and I don't think she would have told me even if I did ask.

But all that mattered was she was here in my arms, and fuck did it feel good. Her slow steady breathing meant she was already asleep, no doubt drained from the absolute rollercoaster the night had turned into. I soon felt myself drifting off into the best fucking sleep I'd had in a long time.

I can't remember the last time I'd woken without the familiar drumming headache of a hard earned hangover.
Yet when I woke up in that hotel room, my mind was clearer than ever. The light streaming in through the shitty curtains told me we'd slept well into the day, but I'd expected that after our early morning romps.

Remembering how good it felt to be inside of her had my cock stirring all over again, so I rolled over and reached my arm out to pull Rose closer to me, hoping for another round before we had to check out of the room. But something was seriously wrong. Jolting upright, I rubbed my eyes and looked around to see the bed was empty. She was fucking gone.
Flying out of bed, I went to the bathroom door and knocked briefly before throwing it open. But she wasn't there either. She really was gone.

FUCK!!! I roared, noticing her clothes, shoes, and purse were all gone too. I ran to the window to see if I could catch a glimpse of her on the street but it was no use. Punching the wall next to me, I heard the familiar sound of breaking bones, and blood started to pour from my damaged knuckles. But I didn't give a fuck. Sitting on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, I let it sink in.

I'd met a woman too good to be true. Perfect in every way, even if she was damaged. Who the fuck was I to judge, that's something we had in common.
Someone I'd opened up to, shared emotion with. And now she was gone. No goodbye, no note, no way to contact her. Just gone as though she almost never existed in the first place.

After sitting around hoping she would return for over an hour, I finally grabbed my shit and headed down to the lobby to check out, dialing Tanks number on my way. Thank fuck I still had battery left on my phone.

Whats up lover boy? Tank answered after a few rings.
Don't fucking call me that I snapped back. Need you to grab one of the trucks and come pick me up. The Emerald Hotel.
Just you is it? He asked and I knew what he was hinting at.
Just me. Hurry the fuck up.
I ended the call not wanting to answer anymore questions.

Shit what happened to your hand bro? Get into another fight last night? Tank questioned as I climbed into the truck.

Something like that, I mumbled.

Alright, you gunna tell me whats going on, or do I have to make up some wild ass story to tell the boys when they ask?

I took a deep breath, knowing i had no choice but to tell him atleast some of what went down.

Found her. I started and I immediately had his attention.
In a shitty pub, alone, drunk as anything. We hung out, her names Rose. She's fucking incredible man. Never met a chick like her. Never been drawn to a woman like that before. Not even Ivy.

Tank was listening intently, and at the mention of my ex he looked shocked. I never talked about her, preferring to bury anything and everything about her deep in my mind.

So did you... he asked curiously and I knew exactly where his one track mind was heading.

Yeh we fucked. Best sex of my life man. Shes everything. But she's fucking gone.

What do you mean gone? He looked just as confused as I felt.

The fuck it sound like to you. She's gone. I woke up and she was just gone. Didn't get her number, don't no much of anything that'll track her down.
That's when this happened I said holding my hand up.

Shiiiitttttt.... Tank finally said after moments of silence. Talk about a blow to the gut alright. You that bad in the sack are ya? He joked, and I threw him a don't fuck with me look.

Nah but seriously man, that's some shit luck. But between you, me and Tech we'll find her. That's if you even want to after what she did. He turned his attention back to the road, muttering under his breath.
Rose... Ivy... anyone would think you're a fucking gardener.
As fucked up as the situation was i couldn't help but laugh.

Its been two weeks since I met Rose, and even with the clubs hacker Tech, there was no sign of her.
I was going bat shit crazy. She consumed my thoughts, and I lay awake at night reliving our time together. Trying to come up with anything I might have overlooked, something that might lead me to her. But it never did.

I had to see her again if its the last thing I do.