Chapter 19- Him

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"What the fuck?", Don says through his teeth, trembling furiously as if he'll burst any second now. "No, what the actual fuck? Do you guys really believe this bullshit, huh?", no one answers, no one speaks, no one dares breathe too loudly. Because Diesel is silent- not a word leaves his mouth as he sits blankly staring at the wall.

"You don't really believe her, do you?", Don crouches next to Diesel. "Prez, this bit- woman is a fucking murderer. She's been lying to us this whole time. For all we know that assassination attempt could be an act to gain attention. Tell me you don't believe this", his pleading stands ignored as not even Raven can get the President out of his stupor. 

"Don, this is the time you start showing a bit of respect. I have no more reason to tolerate you because now you know exactly who you're speaking about", Ro- no, Beretta says still staring at the ceiling. I see it as a way to avoid looking a man in his eyes as she tells him his father was an unfaithful man. As she tells him he kept a daughter as his dirty secret.

"You're nobody, Beretta. Really, a bastard child of the President- which still stands unproven- a woman begging for club support to deal with whatever mess you created in the first place. A bas-", Don is abruptly stopped by the President's fist in his face. They both fall to the ground as Diesel pummels his fist in the places Harlow had missed yesterday.

Then, people rush forward to separate the both men as Harlow shrieks to stop it. A shot is fired, freezing everyone in their spots as men reach for their guns. My ears ring because of the close proximity of the shot but Ro- Beretta has no problem hearing and lecturing everyone just fine.

"Stop, stop. Jesus, D", she hand the shiny, still warm gun to one of her friends and helps Diesel up. "Calm down. D, listen, it's alright you need time to think, to make sense of it all. I understand", she takes his hand in hers and I internally cringe remembering the time Diesel comforted her and we all speculated them sleeping together. Yuck. Jesus, how did I not see the similarity.

"It's okay, I'll be waiting if you want any evidence. Or you can just deny it. I swear I won't say a word, but we can work together. There's no other way to save the club", with that she stands, looks each and everyone in the eye, then marches out with the two men trailing behind her.

I move to follow because the look she gave me before leaving sends piercing pain in my chest and I subconsciously rub the area. Blank and emotion-less. So different from the time she'd invite me out for a ride. I now realize she knew that was the only time we had to develop this undeniable thing between us both. Neither of us could ever deny the connection but I sure did try my best and now I've ruined everything.

I don't care when Raven gives me a helpless look and Don glares while putting pressure on his bleeding nose. I don't care because I care more about her and I know this may be my last chance to beg until she removes those barriers around her and lets me in.

So, I run after her. And I reach just as she enters a black Honda. I stand in front of the car and try to catch her eye, but she looks away, so I stay right there. At least they won't drive right over me.

Minutes pass and I'm debating whether this was a good idea because I deserve to be run over for the way I've treated her and she just might order Ghost to do exactly that. Yeah, I'll risk it. Rain soaks my hair and my precious jacket drips wet, the patches coming loose. They say that the patches are the only thing as important to a biker as his bike. Pffft.

The door opens and heels click as the rain worsens. "What do you want, VP?", she asks nose turned up and indifference painting her features.

"I-I just need to talk. Please just-"

"I'll be at the clubhouse in a few days. We can discuss this matter at church", She turns to leave but I can't watch her walk away. I just can't. So, I catch her wrist and twirl her around until we're so close I can make out the barest hint of freckles on her nose.

"Please", I smooth back the untamed, wet strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, now a deeper shade than the original fiery color. "Please, Ro-Beretta", she looks up at me then.

"I have stuff to do, Blaze. And you're making me wet"

"Just hear me out, Please. I won't ask anything more of you. I won't bother you again. Just hear me out", my voice breaks pathetically and maybe that's why she reluctantly nods before sending a thumbs up to her companions. The Honda drives off and I let loose a long breath.

"Come let's go somewhere more private", I tug her along, walking quickly to my bike before she changes her mind. Then, I realize she's having a hard time keeping up with my strides, so I slow down and give her a small smirk. It feels unnatural to me but it's something.

Raven and I dating seems so long ago that I don't even remember how I managed to woo her. How to flirt and treat a woman, I know nothing. Or maybe I never learned with how brief our relationship was before she fell head over heels for Diesel.

"Not. A. Word", she growls, and I raise up both my hand in surrender.

That's when I lead her to my bike and forget all the reasons I never had or wanted anyone on the back of it because she fits there perfectly.

I never want to let go of the moments I feel her warmth behind me and her hair tickling my neck as she wrapped her arms around me, squealing every time we make a particularly sharp turn.

My heart sings in delight and I mentally curse myself for ever believing I was better away from her. Then I feel it for the first time in years. I feel that comfort and love and that familiar warmth.

I'm finally home.





A/N:

Okay, so that Blaze's bike up there ^^^

And what do y'all think? Should Rose just forgive him? Make him work for it? Or just straight up move on? Please do keep in mind Blaze's side of the story.

The poor guy's been dumped and had to live with that woman as friends without ever telling anyone about his relationship. He's also mentally scarred from his original club's demise and has a scare from fire.

xoxo

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