Page 51 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
“So, let’s pretend those fifteen G’s suffice and ride back to your clubhouse. Leave my family alone. We’ll drive that cunt back and drop him off. Give him a month of false security. If he fucks you all over again, not our problem anymore. War won’t start tonight.”
Psycho turns his face and signals. Someone steps up and grabs the money bag.
“Until we meet again,” Psycho parts ominously before he backs up, keeping his eye on Styx.
Styx holds his ground, waiting till they’re all back on their bikes. They make a drama of leaving. Forsaken loudly follows them, driving them out of Eden territory. Brian’s tossed back in the van after Styx threatens him quietly in that shit-licker’s ear.
My muscles relax as Grayson puts his weapon back in his Jeep.
“Thank fuck that’s over,” Holden says, hopping in.
“For now,” Grayson remarks.
The energy is still tight as we drive down the hill and follow Styx back to my place. Laurel and Nora are with Camille and the other half of the MC, protecting them. I text her.
West: I love you. It’s finished. On our way.
Her response is instant.
Nyx: Thank fuck. Get your ass back home to me, Hero. Is my brother in one piece?
West: No blood was shed.
Nyx: And Brian?
Hm. Well, technically, his blood is still in his body.
West: He gets to live another day. But you don’t exist to him any longer. It’s truly over.
Nyx: I love you. Hurry up. But drive safely. But, hurry a little.
My chest vibrates with a soft chuckle.
“Lovesick fools. The both of you,” Holden teases.
Grayson doesn’t say anything, but he can’t hide the grin at the thought of Laurel. I twist my body to look back at Holden.
“One day, you’ll get bit in the ass with it and won’t be able to escape it. Hell, you won’t want to.”
“What’s your obsession with my ass tonight?” Holden flicks my nose.
“Fucker,” I grumble, punching his arm.
“Children,” Grayson grunts.
The moment we pull up,the door opens, and my Little Pixie comes flying down the stone stairs. I exit Gray’s Jeep and walk straight toward her, catching her body as she throws herself into my arms. I lift and hold her close.
“Thank God you’re okay,” she whispers into my shoulder.
“I promised, Nyx. I’m coming home to you for years to come.”
She lifts her head, and I watch her focus on something behind me. Her brother. I set her down, and holding each other’s hands, we face Styx, who still carries the energy of the confrontation. He watches our hands, looking like he’s deciding whether to kill me or not.
We walk up and stand before him. When I have his attention, I lay it out.
“You and me have seen some shit in our lives. We’ve taken separate paths, but our bond is unbreakable,” I start. “I didn’t see her coming.”
His eyes narrow.
