Revive (Storm MC 3)

Griff.

I’d never seen it coming. And Scott obviously hadn’t either. I looked at J; he was as stunned and angry as I was.

Griff had fucking played us for fools.

He’d double crossed all of us.

And, Marcus sat there with a satisfied smile on his face that made me want to hurt every last motherfucker who was with him on this. I wanted blood. I fucking wanted Marcus to bleed for everything he’d ever done to his family, and to his club.

And, I knew that one day we would have his blood for this. Scott, J, and I would fucking make sure of it.

What happened next was a blur to me. One of the other members seconded the motion, and Marcus called a vote for next week’s Church.

Scott pushed his chair back and stood. Fury rolled off him. His eyes bore into Griff, and he spat out, “I want a vote on this today; I don’t want to wait another fucking week for it.”

“Griff?” Marcus asked.

Griff nodded his approval, and the vote began. It was happening so fast; it felt like we were on a freight train hurtling towards destruction.

Marcus voted yay, and got the voting started. I watched in horror as nearly every member voted with Marcus.

Scott was out.

Griff was in.

The gavel came down, and the decision was reached.

Loyalties had been discarded.

Trust had been broken.

Family had been screwed over.

And I knew Storm would never be the same.

Epilogue

My Sacrifice ~ Creed

Nash ~ 3 months later

I took the three steps up to the door with hesitation. And, I hesitated again before knocking. Coming here today was essential, but I still felt trepidation.

Gabriella opened the door. She didn’t smile, but her face revealed her relief at seeing me. “Nash.” She didn’t say anything else, and I knew it was up to me to find the closure I was searching for.

“I’ve come to tell you I’m moving on. The shit that happened will always stay with me, but I can’t hold on to my anger about it any longer.” The words wrestled their way out of me. They had to be said, and I had to follow through, but I still struggled to even look at her. I wondered how the hell I would ever manage to let my anger go. And then, I remembered Velvet, and my anxiety settled to a manageable level.

“Thank you for coming,” she said.

“I didn’t come for you; I came for me, Gabriella. I’ve finally realised I had no control over what you did that day. All these years, I’ve held onto you, and let you project your feelings onto me. I’m done. And I’m finally letting you go. I’ll deal with my shit, and you deal with yours. Don’t text me or ring me anymore.”

Surprise, and then anger crossed her face. “You came here to say that to me? We need to talk about Aaron; about what happened.”

I shook my head. “There’s nothing more for us to say to each other. And what I actually came to say to you was goodbye.”

“No! You don’t get to decide that,” she ranted, her anger taking over.

“I do get to decide that. And I have decided that.” I paused, before saying, “Goodbye, Gabriella.”