The Iron Horsemen MC #2
Son of the Gods
The gods saved him, She saved herself
His family love him, Her mother wants her dead.
James Thornton has had it easy. After moving from Sweden to Seattle at the age of 16 he quickly adapted to his Fathers Am...
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Reluctant to leave the club house, Genevieve and Axel went on their way at about 6am. After James's confession they spent the rest of the night together. Walking back into the clubhouse hand in hand and dancing the night away. She couldn't get rid of the stupid grin on her face as she remembered the feel of his hand on her cheek, her neck and the curve of her waist. She just enjoyed dancing the night away tucked into his embrace, letting him tower over her and look after her. Subconsciously she touched her lips, remembering how it felt to have his pressed to hers. For the first time in a while, she was happy.
The walk, or stumble, home with Axel was easy and soon enough she was back tucked in her bed, wishing a certain gentle giant lay next to her. Genevieve found herself wanting to know anything and everything about him, about his family, his job, his biggest fears even his favourite colour. A smile graced her face as she heard her phone ringing on her bedside table. The caller ID showing exactly who she had hoped for.
"Did you get home safe skyddsängel?" His rough voice spoke over the device. "I did James, I'm all tucked up... I'm just missing you." "I can't get you out of my head Genevieve, I haven't been able to since I laid eyes on you. I can't wait to see you soon"
"Moi aussi. I've never felt like this with anyone James. You make me feel so alive and like nothing else matters."
"I know exactly how you feel Gen. When can I see you again?"
"Soon, I promise. Bonne nuit amoureux."
"Goodnight Skyddsängel" Unfortunately for the pair the weeks which followed were full of work, projects and deadlines. Genevieve had been swamped with compositions, practice, group presentations and essays. Each night she stayed up until the early hours and spent all her time either in class or the library. So no longer had time to work in her brothers shop as things started to pile up on her.
Gen sat in a private room in the arts building, that was much similar to a recording studio. Kit and Hannah we're working on their essays while she tried to write more of her final piece. Thankful for her new friends who weren't her brothers employees or members of the club, she had started to settle more into university life. With all the coffee dates and study sessions she was actually enjoying it.
"That sounds really good Gen!" Kit hollered over her dark tune. "I'm stuck on the chorus though" her scribbled notes of French and English lyrics validating her point further. Her lyric book had never been in such a mess, torn pages and bold scribbles decorating the once pristine pages.
Was I stupid to love you? Was I reckless to help?
She began to sing to herself as she played the melody she had written. Finding her feet she was able to increase the tempo and sing with more confidence as her song came together the more she played.
