Chapter Twentynine Breakfast so the next morning was just so awkward. There was clearly tension but no one wanted to bring it up. So... We sat and ate in complete silence. We all had a simple breakfast of toast or cereal and coffee. I hadn't even looked at Amanda or Jackson, let alone spoken to either of them. Sure, you could argue it wasn't my business, but I just couldn't believe Amanda would do something like this KNOWING he had a family! I was so ashamed of her and I was just flat out pissed off with him. Eventually, what sounded like a Skype call, cut through the awkward silence and everyone checked their phones to see who's it was. Conveniently, it was Jackson’s phone and the caller was Cleo. As he excused himself from the table, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at my friend, she kept her eyes firmly on the table. He didn

*** Thank you so much to everyone who sent their well wishes and asked about my little boy. He’s home now, thank god. Little bugger, has had hospital ‘’sleepovers’’ every month since Christmas :( Thank you for your patience and understanding, I hope you enjoy the chapter (I know it's short, im sorry) and the ones to come! *** Chapter Thirty One I pulled dinner out of the oven just as Alex walked in the front door. I smiled to myself, glad that I had timed it, literally, perfectly. He came straight into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. ‘What did you make?’ ‘Nothing amazing, just some homemade Spaghetti Bolognese. I told him.

Chapter Thirty-ThreeRon’s Point of View.  I left the warehouse and started riding back to the garage, Only stopping to throw the gun into the creek on the way. It wasn’t on the usual ride to or from the warehouse, so none of the others would ever find it. It was a cheap throwaway, Not part of the club or my own private stash of weapons. Absolutely nothing to point a finger at am. I told Jemma I was working late last night and that I was staying at the clubhouse so even if she wouldn't think twice about me not being there when she woke up this morning. I’d simply tell her that I overslept and missed the meeting with Alex and the DA’s. They weren’t expecting Alex, so the ‘’shot on sight’’ excuse would fly. It would caus

Chapter Thirty Five ** No One’s Point of View **  As the MC made their way to the warehouse, Ron was thinking over and over all the lies he could potentially use. He had already covered his ass by saying he cancelled the meeting and cast doubt on the Devils Angels by saying he forgot to tell them. Sure, he COULD face backlash and some blame for his involvement in that, but it would mean his Club and daughter believed the bullshit. Believed that he wasn’t the one to pull the trigger and end the life of his once best friend, Alexander Coates. Ron rode in front of the others, How it always was. As the leader, how it should be, but all of them dreaded what they could possibly walking into. It wasn’t just unusual for a member to drop off the face of the

Chapter ThirtySeven  Luckily, The chair next to Alex’s bed was big and comfy enough that I could curl up in a ball and sit for hours… which I had been doing. I stayed with him the whole time, One by one, the other guys came in to see him, but I stayed put. I was scared that if I left him, he’d...well, he’d leave me.. Forever, and I wasn’t going to let that happen.  As far as I knew, everyone had gone home. It was very late but luckily, when they realised I wasn’t leaving, the nursing staff brought me a blanket and allowed me to stay with him. I mean, what was the harm?  The beeping of his machines, keeping him alive, were a horrific constant reminder of where we were and what was going on. I looked out the window, I couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black and most of the outside