“No, my parents were the best. My mom would kick my ass if she saw what I’d gotten into.” King smiled. “And she’d kill Dec knowing he let me do it.”
We both laughed, as if King’s brother, the squeaky clean, uptight patrol cop, had any control over what his little brother did when he turned eighteen.
“Here she is, man.” I smacked his chest and rushed over to Gunner’s truck to help her out. I wanted her on the back of my bike, but she wanted to get a dress to wear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You sure you’re ready to shackle yourself to a nobody? You’ve got big dreams, Morgan, and I’ll do everything I can to make those dreams come true, but this is your last chance to walk away.”
She placed her hands on my cheeks. Staring into her golden eyes, I was fucking terrified about what she would say.
“There is no other place I’d rather be.”
Chapter One
Chasm
I angrily shoved my clothes into my bag. It was time to leave; I was done. I’d come here to do what I had to do. Protect the son of a bitch. I’d done that, and it almost cost me my life.
Again.
I’d been stuck at the clubhouse for a week after getting shot protecting King. Another week here at the clubhouse under his rule. Justin had insisted on my staying put until I was fully healed. The only reason I’d agreed was so I could keep an eye on King.
But I’d had enough of his arrogance. Enough of his fake fucking concern. Steele was dead. Stone was in the wind, and if it was the last thing I did, I would find that fucker and send him to his brother.
“Knock, knock.”
I closed my eyes and blew out a breath before I turned to face Aspen. With a fake smile on my face, I walked toward her.
“Hey, beautiful, you ready to leave his cranky ass and run off into the sunset with me?”
Aspen just smiled. “What are you running from, Chasm?”
“I’m not running, babe. I’ve got things to do. Scores to settle.”
I walked back to the dresser and pulled out the rest of my things before adding them to my bag.
“Did you settle things with King?”
My hands paused at the mention of his name. “As much as they will be.”
“He’s your best friend.”
“He was,” I corrected.
“Chasm.”
I turned and looked at Aspen. Sweet, beautiful Aspen. If I’d stepped up when Banshee didn’t, maybe all the shit I’d dealt with in my life over the last seven years wouldn’t have happened.
“A lot has happened, Aspen. Shit that can’t be changed.”
I sat on the end of the bed, and she sat next to me. The smell of her perfume hit my senses and took me somewhere I didn’t want to be. Aspen was a safe bet. I knew she loved Banshee. All you had to do was look at her to know she’d never fucking stray.
I bumped her shoulder. “Come on, take off with me.”
“I think your wife might have something to say about that.”
We both looked up to find King standing in the doorway. Aspen turned to me. “You’re married?”
“No,” I answered, glaring at King. I stood up from the bed and continued packing my shit.