Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

46. Reaper

So basically everything and everyone in my life has been a lie, she finished, concluding the whole fucked up story she'd just told.

To say I was angry was an understatement. Growing up in the club meant loyalty was drilled into me from a young age. It was everything, without it the club would crumble.

So I couldn't wrap my head around how someone could have their priorities so fucked up. And I hated that the only one to suffer from the whole fucked up situation was Alexis. She'd lost so much in her lifetime, and hadn't deserved any of it.

I want you to teach me to fight properly, she said out of the blue.

What for? I asked.

I dunno. Self protection. I don't want to be the victim anymore Dom. And it felt so good to be in control, the rush I got was fucking exhilarating she beamed, and I couldn't help but grin at my little fighter.

You realize you got lucky right? I asked. Most people usually fight back, I grinned as she slapped my chest.

I'm not stupid Dom. I know that. But I want to learn, even if its just the basics.

Ok... I agreed hesitantly. I didn't like the idea of her getting hurt but couldn't lie that the thought of her being able to stick up for herself better appealed to me deeply.

Hell yea, thank you babe! I'll be the best student ever, you'll see.

I loved the feeling of making her happy.

Something she did for me daily without even having to try.

You know, I kept my shit together so well until she mentioned you and our baby... she trailed off and another wave of emotion washed over me at the reminder of what we'd both lost.

Then an idea hit me. Grabbing my phone from my pants on the floor, I checked the time. Just after lunch, plenty of time.

Flicking off a quick message, I rolled back to Alexis. Go take a shower babe, I'll join you in a minute. We're going out.

She did as she was asked, eyeing me curiously as she left the room. Once I heard the shower start, I waited a couple minutes before opening my phone gallery and scrolling to the screenshot I'd found a good month or so ago.

One of the nights I spent fucked up at the bar after she told me about our baby and then disappeared again. I'd been scrolling aimlessly through social media when a quote had flashed up on my screen, and it stirred something inside of me.

An angel wrote in the book of life
My babies date of birth
Then whispered as she closed the book
Too beautiful for Earth.

Something in those words resonated with me, and I'd cried like a bitch that night. Cried for the our baby, and all the moments and milestones we wouldn't have together. I didn't believe in God and angels and all that bullshit, but somehow those words calmed the dull ache in my chest whenever I thought about the miscarriage.

Sending off another quick message, this time to Tank to see if he and the prospect we'd come to call P were free to escort us. Lockdown still meant no traveling alone. Once everything was organized, I threw my phone onto the bed and stripped down to join Lex in the shower.

Once we were both finally ready to go, later than planned since neither of us could keep our hands off each others naked bodies, we met up with Tank and P.

You ever been on a bike before? I asked Lex.

Holy shit I didn't even think about that she exclaimed. I've always wanted to but never had the chance.

Well today's your lucky day, Tank interrupted. Your riding with me!

Like fuck, I growled. The thought of my woman on the back of another man's bike had my fists balling.

She's my woman, she rides with me!

Kidding, kidding, Tank laughed raising his hands in surrender.

What do I do? she whispered to me as we approached the parked up bikes.

So fucking cute and innocent.

Hold onto me, lean when I lean, and just enjoy the ride I told her with a wink.

It was only a short drive through town to our destination, but she felt so good behind me I detoured just to hold onto the feeling a little longer.

My bike was my sanctuary, my go to when everything else in life was chaotic or turning to shit. No matter what, the roar of the engine, the blur of the asphalt, and the breeze in my face always seemed to make everything else seem so unimportant. There was nothing better. Except having Alexis with me somehow made the experience ten times better.

Pulling up outside the club studio, I could see the confusion clearly written on her face as she removed her helmet.

Pencil had a couple of the guys escort him here earlier and set up, I explained, opening the door and gesturing her inside.

Nice place, she said looking around.

Thanks, Pencil replied, coming from one of the back rooms. Little birdy told me your in need of a job anyway, go feel free to take a look around. The far room on the lefts yours if you want it.

I watched her slowly wander the place taking everything in as I removed my cut and shirt and hung them over a chair.

Just as I'd asked, Pencil had the transfer all drawn up and ready to go.

As I showed him where I wanted it, she got to the room Pencil said she could have. Her jaw dropped, eyes bulged and I could tell she approved. Good.

Holy fuck, I can work here? She said aloud to no one in particular.

Yup, Pencil answered, popping the 'p'. He took a step back to inspect his handiwork just as she turned around.

Oh your getting ink? I thought you just brought me here to show me the place...

She walked over to me, leaning in closer to read the scripture on my rib cage.

Gasping, she put her hand over her mouth and tears instantly welled in her eyes. Beside the words, Pencil had added a small set of footprints, with angel wings and a halo, which when he suggested I thought sounded a bit pussy, but it fit fucking perfectly.

Oh my fucking God Dom what the hell?

Do you like it? I asked nervously. If you don't its cool, I won't bother, I just...

Throwing herself at me, she broke down into tears. I love it Dom its beautiful. But why?

I can't begin to imagine what you went through, how you felt going through it Alexis. But I lost something that day too. I didn't even know I wanted a kid until I'd lost it, and the ache it left me with fucking hurts babe.

I felt my voice break, and watched out of the corner as Pencil left the room as tears started to form in my eyes.

I kept asking myself why Alexis? Why did this happen to us. And all I could come up with was some sort of karma for the fucked up shit my lifestyle involves.

But when I came across those words, it eased the pain just a little to think that maybe, just maybe it could be as simple as that.

She squeezed me tightly.

I just keep thinking about what could've been Lex. Your everything to me and our kid woulda been the same.

We stood in each others arms as the tears flowed, our shared pain over the loss of something so precious bringing us closer than we'd ever been.