Chapter Thirty Eight
** A few Weeks Later **
‘Good Morning Harley, How are you today?’ Doctor Matthews asked, coming into the room, followed behind by his students that were shadowing him on his rounds. I smiled and said I was doing fine and asked if there was any news… but of course there wasn’t.
I had gotten to know the doctors and nurses here quite well over the past few weeks. I rarely left Alex’s room, to the point they had actually provided me with a bed to sleep in now. It wasn’t comfortable... But it was more comfortable than the chair and meant I didn’t need to go home at night anymore.
I only left when I absolutely needed to, for new clothes or food.
Chapter ThirtyNine - FINAL CHAPTER I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, using my hands to flatten out any of the imperfections on my depressing black dress. It was the funeral today. The day I had been dreading for weeks I wasn’t ready to say my goodbyes just yet. I felt like I hadn’t had long enough with him yet. A lot of people still don’t understand or know what happened. One minute he was here, alive, then the next... He was gone. Just like that. Due to it being a shooting and him dying in the hospital, Police were involved but of course, Allan made it go away so the club could deal with it all themselves. In their own way, I guess. I don’t know how he was able to make it disappear off the police radar, I didn’t as
Six months have passed since Harley left PTV, Ron and her love, Alexander, now she's just trying to move on, but putting the traumatic event that took place in California behind her, is easier said than done.She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison.Will Harley help them out and prove she IS a member of the family after all or is the outlaw biker lifestyle just not for her?----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------WARNING for this book; It will contain triggering subjects such as sexual assault/rape and violence. This book WON'T be ''glorifying'' rape, however it is a big subject in the character background. If any of those issues are triggering to you, please don't read
Chapter One**Six Months Later***Every day seemed to be the same thing. I would get up, go to work, come home, sleep. Throw in some general things like housework and showering and that’s pretty much what my life has been for the past few months.My friends would call me up and ask if I want to hang out, but the truth was… I really didn’t and I was annoyed at myself for that. I’ve been keeping myself busy daily with boring things but when the chance to do something fun comes along... I shut people out.I couldn’t help it. I missed him. I missed them all.I shook my head, refusing to let myself think about PTV, The club or… him. I hadn’t
Chapter TwoThe rest of the day went by pretty quickly considering I didn’t actually do much. Ryan had come home about half an hour ago, I made him dinner and he left me alone, so far, so good. I made an excuse to go to my room and he didn’t ask any questions.I decided to just watch some tv until it was late enough to go to bed. This was literally my life and it fucking sucked. I turned on Netflix and just found a random documentary to keep myself busy.It was only about 20 minutes in when I heard Ryan come up the stairs and I paused the TV and froze, Silently praying and begging that he wasn’t going to come in. I listened carefully, trying to work out where his footsteps were going. I hadn’t even realised I was holding my breath until I heard his bedroom door close
Chapter Three***Hours Later***I walked in the front door and took my jacket off. I could hear football in the living room so avoided it. Ryan was home.Great.There goes any peace and quiet.I headed to the kitchen to see what I could make for dinner and was surprised when I saw Ryan sitting at the dining table. I figured he was watching TV. He just looked up at me, an unbothered expression on his face before he went back to reading the paper.‘Evening’. If I didn’t make an effort to talk to him after I've seen him, he would say I was being ‘’rude’’ and ‘’punish’&rsquo
Chapter FourI waited till Ryan went to bed… and then waited another hour or so until I was sure he was really asleep. I crept down the hallway and peeked into his room. He was snoring loudly, thankfully, he was definitely sleeping.Going back to my room, I looked at my bed. My suitcase packed with everything that actually meant something to me. I didn’t plan on coming back this time, so I didn’t want to worry about what I was leaving behind. On top of the case were my passport and the very little amount of money I had to my name…. And then the plane ticket.I had enough to get me to the airport and something to eat.I kept checking the clock, the flight out wasn’t for another 8 or so hours. I was defi
Chapter FiveI could feel my eyelids getting heavy. I had been up all night and I was so tired. I knew if I could make it one more hour, I could sleep on the plane. Jemma had replied and said she was glad I was coming and that she knew what time my flight was meant to land and she would be there to pick me up.I had asked her how many of the guys were locked up… apparently, all of them were which... Was shocking. I was with them long enough… and had enough experience with their ‘’rivals’’ to know that the whole MC being locked up in prison wasn’t good for business… legal or otherwise.I went and got another coffee before I headed for my gate. We left in about an hour which means we will be boarding any minute now…
Chapter SixPulling into the lot, It was strange not to see the massive row of familiar bikes. Sure, there was a couple, but I didn’t recognise any of them. It was weird being here knowing I wouldn’t be seeing Ron or Alex or Harry or Jackson or any of the other guys.‘After you left, the guys recruited some of the members from other charters’. Jemma told me randomly. ‘After Pulp and Newbie died, they needed some new members and then once all the drama over their arrest, they needed to make sure their turf would be safe while they were inside.’‘How is everyone else handling it all?’‘We’re all doing what we can. The girls have their own jobs so they are supporting their families r