Hero (The VII Knights MC)

His whole body tenses, his movements coming to a slow halt as he comes seconds later.

Water still rushing down, cleansing us of our sins, he sets me to my feet, and my knees wobble. Grabbing onto the side of the shower wall, I try to catch my breath, still coming back to this planet. He looks up to the showerhead, letting it spray into his face. Using his hands, he wipes his face and slicks his hair back out of his face. The energy shifts, and I can’t figure out why.

Maybe I shouldn’t have slept with him, but I don’t regret it. It was amazing. Reaching forward, I grasp the faucet and turn the water off. He shifts, looking down at me. Biting my bottom lip, I wait for him to say something.

“You fucked up, Monet.” His voice is more of a growl. My face falls as my mind races to figure out what the hell I did.

“What do you mean?” Pushing myself off the shower wall, I step up next to him, my hand on his shoulder.

His hand slips over my shoulder through my wet hair, firmly clasping the nape of my neck, pulling me until my body is flush with his.

“I was going to let you go after two weeks, but I can’t. Not now.”

23

Godric

The sun doesn’t rise for another two hours. The men and I are getting ready for the big ambush on the Titans today. I should be focusing on that, but all I can think about is Monet. Her sweet scent lingers on my skin, and damn, her in the fucking ski mask will forever be in my spank bank. I glance over my shoulder, soaking in my fill. She’s on her side fast asleep, a sheet between her legs, covering most of one sexy hip. When I told her I couldn’t let her go, she shoved past me and left me standing in the shower by myself in the dark. By the time I grabbed a towel and came out here, she was already dressed and in bed looking the other way. She doesn’t want to be mine, or maybe she just doesn’t want to be my captive. I get it, but she doesn’t have a choice. I need her more than she’ll ever know. She comforts my inner animal. The dark and light are balanced when she’s near, one not louder than the other.

Tonight, I pay Monet’s debt. An irrational emotion runs down my spine thinking about letting her go. But what am I going to do, keep her locked in that room forever? And would she still look at me the same if I kept her hostage?

No. Everything I admire about her would die.

Tearing my gaze away, I put on my cut and holster my guns. Adrenaline floods through me at what might happen today. I’m going to kill my uncle tonight, severing the bloodlines of family.

Running my hands through my hair, I step over to Monet and place a soft kiss on her forehead. I know she doesn’t understand why I need her, but she will.

The black mask lays beside her, and I grasp it, putting it inside my cut. I don’t know if I’ll use it, but I’ll definitely have her wear it the next time I’m fucking her.

I stand to my full height at the unlocking of the door. Pegs is right on time.

Light from the hallway shines into the room, my shadow casting along the wall.

“You ready?” he asks.

A malicious grin pulls at my face. “Born ready.”

Relocking the door behind me, we go outside where the men wait, all of them straddling their bikes, ready for action. They’re here for me, supporting me taking the gavel.

“You all ready for this?” I ask, heading to my own bike. The men whistle and holler out. We’re ready for blood to spill.

Pegs steps up beside me, his boots thudding against the ground. “Yeah?”

“You do this right and the gavel is yours,” he states, and I nod in knowing. He’s been the one to make sure I complete the tasks. And this is my last one. He places his hand on my shoulder. “I have your back.”

Reaching out, I clasp his shoulder, appreciating the support and how good of a team we are. “I’ve got yours.”

With a jut of his chin, he climbs onto his motorcycle.

The doors to the club are thrown open, catching my attention. Bellamy points to me, a scowl marring his features, hair a mess, his leather cut on.

“I’m coming!” he demands.

“Goddammit, Bellamy, no!” Ignoring me, he starts his motorcycle. I shoot Pegs a look. “He can’t come. He’s not ready.” Bellamy has never been on a ride like this. He’s too headstrong and will get himself killed.

“He’s patched in, Godric. It’s his duty to come.” Pegs shrugs, and I hang my head. Who knew watching over Bellamy was going to be the hardest thing to do after my father’s death?