Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

17. Alexis

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since I lost my baby. Since my world had come shattering down around me all over again. But this hurt worse than any slap or punch or burn ever could.

Yet here I was, back at work, setting up for my first client since that fateful day.

Kelly and Charlie had been amazing, looking after me, and keeping me company, but they both had jobs, and I found myself sitting at home alone more and more often, left with nothing but my thoughts and memories.
Too many times I'd been tempted to do something stupid, to hurt myself to change up the pain that ached in my heart. Gimme physical over emotional pain ANY day.

So I decided to come back. Needed to for my own sanity. Ritchie and Kells had been great, contacting all my clients and rescheduling.

Time to get back into it, starting where I left off. Walking back into my station, I noticed everything as I left it, minus the blood all over the chair and floor. My mind wandered back to that day, and I felt the tears prick at my eyes.

Sort your shit out Alexis, I said to myself, blinking back the tears and taking a deep breath. Not the time or place.

Picking up the sketch I'd carefully drawn out onto tracing paper, I was excited that this was my first piece coming back. I'd waited more than long enough to ink the damn thing. When Kells told me she met Reaper that day I was suprised.

Scary hot... she described him and I was kinda curious to see exactly what a big bad scary biker was like. Hopefully not a jerk, I don't think my emotions could handle that today.

I heard the rumble of what I could only assume to be motorbikes pulling up to the shop. Getting up from my desk, I walked over to mirror and stared at my reflection. I looked disgusting, but there was nothing I could do now so I re adjusted my ponytail, took a deep breath, and as the bell above the shop door i headed out of my station to meet the big scary biker man.

As I walked toward te reception, I could hear Kelly apologizing.

I'm so sorry about last time Mister Reaper sir. I don't usually speak to clients that way but you see Alexis, she's one of my very best friends and I was just so worried... she rambled, and I covered my mouth to muffle the giggle trying to escape my throat. Whoever this guy was really had Kelly flustered, a state I don't often see her in.

Sneaking around the corner, I glanced at the man that had poor Kells tripping over her words, and I froze to the spot.

Holy shit... Dominic.

As if on cue, a set of emerald green eyes locked onto mine and the shock on his face was as evident as I imagined mine was. Ignoring Kelly, he took a step towards me and opened his mouth to speak, but I couldn't.

Turning, I ran. Straight past my station, through the break room and out the back door. Slamming it behind me, I slumped down to the ground, letting the tears flow freely down my face.

Minutes later, I felt the door pushing against my back, so I shuffled to the side slightly to allow it to be opened.

Alexis? Kelly asked, sitting down beside me.

Its him. Was all I could say.

Huh? Who's what? She asked confused.

It's him. I repeated. Reaper is Dominic.

Holy fucking shit... was all she said. No wonder he looks like he's seen a ghost.

Don't worry babe I'll get rid of him, she said standing up and I was so grateful for her in that moment.

But she was back minutes later.

Its no use babes, he saw you. Reckons he doesn't give a fuck about the tattoo, he just wants to speak to you. Getting pretty worked up, think Ritchie's about to call the cops.

Don't let him... I rushed out. The thought of getting Dom in shit, or even locked up didn't sit well in my gut.

I'll head back to my station. Gimme a couple minutes to sort my shit and send him in.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. You know where I am if you need me, she said patting me on the shoulder, then heading back inside. I got up and followed her in, turning into my station and shutting the door.

How the fuck was I going to be able to do this, my hands were shaking like a bitch, not exactly what you want to see from the person about to permanently mark your body.

A knock on the door had me jumping out of my skin. My nerves were fried, my breathing shallow and fast. Gotta calm down I thought to myself, trying to get control over my breathing.

The knock sounded again and I knew I couldn't stall anymore.

Come in... I said, sounding far braver than I felt.