Road from Ruin

Chapter Eleven

RED
She left. Go follow her. Grab her, pull her back into your arms and tell her how much you need her, want her, can't stand living another second in your skin without feeling her. She's drunk. Fuck she's drunk and after the day I've had I didn't fucking care so I grabbed what I wanted and took what I wanted. After decker and I found the warehouse filled with workers clearly cutting and packing drugs we cleared out the guards out front, did some damage on the machinery, got on our bikes and went back to the clubhouse. Someone's cutting drugs with such high fentanyl that it's killing people. Teenagers. Two hours from our small town. And this isn't some small loser who stumbled into an opportunity — this is a big organization and its coming on to our land. We're going to have to act fast and hard to make sure we figure this out and put a quick end to it. The damage we did should put them out of production for a bit, a week tops. Give us a chance to figure this shit out.

Coming home after the day from hell to my beautiful angel dancing around in a god damn leather skirt and the barely there traces of one of my white tshirts almost killed me. She's a stranger. She's running from an abusive husband and looking for a life she's never had. But I want her. She looked just like an old lady in that get up, like she was made for the back of my bike. And I let her leave. I obviously embarrassed her by pushing her away, she probably thinks I rejected her but I couldn't handle our first kiss happening while she's drunk. She probably won't even remember it in the morning and everything will go back to normal.

I check the clock and notice it's been over an hour since she 'went out for air' so I turn and leave the apartment and walk up the stairs. I swing open the door to find that beautiful crazy women unconscious in my folding chair with her knees tucked up under her chin and her cellphone in her hand. I grab the phone and see that she's connected to a phone call with someone named Bea, for 57 minutes. I life the phone to my ear, "hello?". "Uhm whos this?" I hear from a voice that sounds almost exactly like Deltas.
"This is Red, uh sorry Ben. The man fixing Deltas car. I found her asleep on my patio and saw you were still on the phone so I wanted to let you know she's okay, just asleep."
I hear a long pause because I hear my name whispered, I turn to see it's delta clearly still asleep.
"Well stranger Ben my sister was just telling me all about you, so glad to finally put a voice to a name. She says you're helping out with her car and giving her a place to stay, that's lovely. But let me tell you sir, I don't care if you truly are 9 feel tall, look like a Greek god and are in a biker gang— I will come and beat your ass if you so much as look at my sister in the wrong way. We're still all looking for her shit head husband or else I would have killed him myself already." She states with the authority of a toddler.

"Listen Bea? I won't hurt her I promise. She's a friend and I respect her. Wait. What do you mean you're still looking for dean? No ones found him yet?"

"Ah no not yet. My parents don't know a thing, she doesn't talk to them much but I'm sure Dean will show up sometime soon, I'm the only one that knows the truth so I've been looking for him on my own, he hasn't gone home yet. I wanted to call the cops but Del wouldn't let me." She rambles with exhaustion.

"Listen is was nice speaking with you, but I'm going to take your sister to bed, not...not how that sounded I'm just going to make sure she doesn't sleep outside all night. But you hear me darling, that man will he found, and he held responsible for what he's done to your sister and you can count on that." I say with finality. I'm about to hang up the phone before I hear, "Ben. Don't let her down."

I put deltas phone in my back pocket before brining my hand to her face to slowly wake her. "Angel, come on its bed time." I hear her repeat my name again before rolling her head to the side. Okay then. I scoop her easily into my arms and head down the stairs. Opening the door and waking directly for the bed she opens her eyes slightly and says "don't know how I got the nickname, you're my angel ben."
I lay her down gently and cover her with the duvet before kissing her forehead and heading towards the couch for what I assume with be a sleepless night with everything that happened in the last 24 hours running in a loop in my mind. The club is in trouble yet all I can think about is the stranger in my bed who I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget.