"Choose. Her or the club." Briac demanded thrusting the gun in my hand as I looked back at her. The Riders are my family but she is the love of my life. How can I kill the one who owns my heart but how can I betray my club?
Amara's father was an und...
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Amara
I felt my head go automatically to the clock, checking for the time to be 12:15, I didn't want him here but months of the same routine still had my body react.
I didn't mean to kiss Ryker, it just happened... His body was against mine and I needed to claim it, I needed him to take me over and he did. I can still feel his lips on mine and his smell infiltrating my nose. My hand snapped away from the counter as I felt the edge of the knife cut into my finger instead of the rhubarb. Groaning I took my apron off my waist and walked over the the hand sink in the kitchen rinsing the cut and placing a bandage on.
Leaning against the wall, hearing the silent of hum of the kitchen as no one was in the diner besides me, my thoughts drifted back to everything that has happened in the past 48 hours or something.
Everything used to be simple, I kept my head down, I went to work and went home. I would bake and rarely talk to anyone, then Ryker showed up once and I found myself breaking my first rule. He made me open up yet I talked to him. It was still simple; he came in, I baked and talked. Just small talk about his bike and my recipes on how I would make them. Times where I could talk with him without wondering about his club and if I could trust him.
Now it felt like that safety bubble I was in blew up in a matter or seconds, now he suspects I am running from the M8s. Even with him telling me over and over to trust him, I didn't know if I wanted to take a risk like that in case he gets hurt. But I wanted to trust Ryker, for him to be calm around me making me feel safe where I can never have a panic attack and be free to be myself once again. Too look past the current second and think about the next day.
But he sent a prospect into my house, how am I supposed to respond to that. Whether he was truthful in just trying to check security or not, I can't just let that go. It was the one place I could be who I used to.
Who am I kidding I want him here, I want him staring into my eyes with that calmness. I want him in my bed, I want him cupping my face. I want him staying with me despite him being an MC and me being terrified of guns. I want him. I want him more than I have wanted anything in my life and I don't care about how this may affect me. Fuck this situation I am over it.
I. Want. Ryker.
Hearing the bell chime up front, I put the towel down tying my low apron back on and headed up front to serve whoever walked in.
"Hi, I hate to ask this but is it okay if my dog comes in? He is training to be a guard dog I swear." A woman with blond hair asked me as I spotted a small Black German Shepherd besides her, her voice sounding somewhat familiar.
"Place is empty, just don't tell health inspectors." I shrugged, it was midnight why should I care if the puppy is behaved. "And if I can pet him."
