Revive (Storm MC 3)

The first thing I noticed was that the clubhouse was pretty empty. Sunday morning; I guess most of the boys were having a quiet day at home. The second thing I noticed, or rather, heard, was yelling coming from the bar area. And it was Nash’s voice that I heard. And, holy shit, I’d never heard him so mad.

I hurried in the direction of the yelling, coming to a halt only when I found him. He was yelling at a woman, and his focus was so intently on her that he didn’t see me. I could see both their faces from where I was standing, and she had tears streaming down hers. Nash, on the other hand, looked like he was about to explode. He towered over her, and his voice thundered out abuse. I struggled to make out what he was yelling; I was actually more concerned for the woman at this point. He looked like he wanted to kill her.

Finally, I decided to step in, for her safety mostly. “Nash,” I said as I moved toward him.

His head spun around to face me, and he stopped yelling. But, it was like he didn’t even recognise me. Wild eyes frantically searched my face, as if he was trying to place me.

The woman took the opportunity to yell at Nash now that he’d stopped yelling at her. “I lost him too, Nash; not just you. I’ve struggled just as much as you - ”

He whipped his head back around to face her, and cut her off. “I don’t give a fuck about you and what you lost. If you hadn’t fucked your way through your friends, none of this would have happened,” he roared.

Gabriella.

Shit.

She stunned me with what she yelled back at him. “I wasn’t the only one who fucked up, Nash. You couldn’t keep your dick in your pants either.”

Wow. Hadn’t seen that coming.

Her words seemed to jar him. And from his reaction, I knew what she’d said was true. I could also tell he felt tremendous guilt about something; perhaps about cheating on her, I wasn’t sure.

He pushed his hand through his hair. It looked like he was doing battle in his mind about something. And then, suddenly, he turned and punched the wall near where they were standing.

“Fuck!” he yelled, and punched the wall again. The force of his punches put two huge holes in the wall, and I could see he was going to punch it again.

“Nash!” I yelled at him.

He twisted to look at me. This time, I’d managed to get through to him; recognition crossed his face. But he was in a wild state, and I didn’t think I had any hope of calming him. Shit, I wished that Scott or one of the boys was here. I pulled my phone out with the intent to call Scott, but Nash was on the move.

He didn’t give Gabriella another moment’s attention, and he didn’t say anything to me. Instead, he stalked out of the clubhouse, and to his bike. I rushed after him, yelling out his name, but by the time I caught up with him, he was already on his bike. He looked at me for a long moment before roaring off.

Shit.

I knew he needed me, but with no idea where he’d go, I was stuck. My phone was still in my hand, and I figured it was definitely time to ask for Scott’s help. I called him, but he didn’t answer. I tried again a couple more times. Still no luck. Bloody hell, why wasn’t he answering his phone?

Gabriella hadn’t come outside, and although I felt like perhaps I should have gone to make sure she was okay, I wanted to find Nash more. And I had an idea; his mother might know where he went. So, I put his ex out of my mind and drove to Linda’s house, hoping like hell she was home.

Fifteen minutes later, I pulled into her driveway, and was relieved when she answered her door. The minute she saw me, she knew something was wrong and ushered me inside.

“Is he okay?” she almost whispered.

“No. He just had a huge argument with Gabriella at the clubhouse, and then he took off. He’s in a very bad state, Linda, and I have no clue where he would have gone. Do you?”

Her eyes filled with tears, and her hand covered her mouth for a moment. “He’ll be at the cemetery.”

“What?” I couldn’t fathom why she’d said that.

She reached out and squeezed my hand. “You need to go to the Mount Gravatt Cemetery; that’s where he’ll be.”

There was an urgency to her voice, and the way she said it made me believe she was right. I decided not to stand there and ask questions.

“Okay,” I said, softly.

She didn’t say anything else; she simply nodded at me, trusting me to look after her son. I felt the weight of that, and hoped I could give him what he needed.

Thank fuck it was a Sunday. The traffic wasn’t too bad. I did speed a little though, but fuck it, I had a good reason. On my way there, my mobile started ringing. Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered answering it, but I figured it might be Scott or even Nash, so I pulled over and answered it.

Nash.