Page 12 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
I need to just stop beating around the damn bush and make her see how good this could be. There is so much fear and shit in her eyes when I look at her and it is the reason I haven’t pushed before.
All I need is for her to just let me in once and she’ll see that there is no reason to be scared. I know part of the shit in her head has to do with that asshole, Viper. Luckily, he won’t be coming around anytime soon. The club kept tabs on him after he was kicked out. He wrecked his bike a couple years ago and died in the hospital. I know Shooter said he told Tracie but I don’t think it matters in her head, he’s still real in there.
I walk into the bedroom to see her lying under the covers, her eyes closed. I stare at her chest seeing the quick rise and fall, she’s faking.
“If you think you’re fooling anyone, you’re kidding yourself. I’ll let you think you’ve won for tonight though.” I move to the other side of the bed taking off my cut and put it on the back of the chair. I lift my shirt over my head and drop my jeans to the floor before slipping in next to her. “We both know that I’m the one who really won.”
I wrap my arm around her feeling her tense. I’m about to pull away when she relaxes against me.
That’s my girl.
Chapter Eight
Tracie
I hold onto Torch’s waist as we ride. Whenever we are on his bike it’s like we are one person. We move in sync as we take the turns. I rest my cheek against his back, a smile gracing my face. This is all I’ve ever needed. That’s when I hear her voice, my mom. “I tried to warn you.”
The back tire skids out from under us and all of a sudden Torch is fighting for control. We start to lean sideways before we completely flip over. My arms lose him as I fly through the air, my body flipping repeatedly each time smashing against the hard gravel.
I land on my back, a scream ripping from my chest. My head flops to the side and I see Torch. His head is bent at an unnatural angle. There is blood all over his face. I scream for him but he doesn’t even flinch. I can feel myself drifting away, my hold on this earth and my vision fading in and out. The raindrops stinging my eyes as they taunt me knowing I can’t move enough to take cover from them. Knowing that even after I leave this world they’ll still be here.
I should have listened to her.
I should have stayed far away from this life.
“Aunt Race!” I jump when Lily comes in the room. I’m breathing quickly and shaking.
“Hey, Lil, how about you meet me in the kitchen and we’ll get some waffles?” Torch says from next to me. She nods and walks out of the room.
It felt so real. I felt like I had died. My hands skim my body as if I’m checking for injuries.
“Hey.” Torch’s hand touches my shoulder and I jump. “Sorry, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I-I’m fine.” I stand up fixing my clothes and running out of that room as fast as I can before he can ask another question.
Standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror I try to get a hold of myself.
You’re fine. It was just a damn dream.
“Tracie!” A bang on the door makes me jump.
I open the door to see him standing there in only a pair of sweatpants. I pause for a moment because no matter how annoying he is the man is definitely a sight to look at. “Jesus, don’t you have anything better to do?”
“No, not really. What is going on?”
“Nothing.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Bullshit.”
“None of your business.” My irritation is growing and all I want him to do is get the hell out of my way.
He smiles at me. “Bullshit again.”
“Oh yeah? Why the hell is it your business?”
He takes a step closer to me so that we are basically nose to nose. “Because everything to do with you is my business.” He places a kiss on my lips before taking a step back. “Now come eat my food, woman.”
I stand there not knowing what to do for a minute. I need to push him away. I let him in last night and then look at what I dreamt about. I’ve never had one like that. It’s a sign. Our relationship could only result in tragedy. I have to make him give up on me, not like that’s been easy.
