Well, shit. This can’t be good.
Chapter Seventeen
Spencer
It’s never a dull day in the world of the Sons of Khaos.
Before Mac shacked up with their Enforcer, I spent my days working, fucking, or plotting ways to help Mac escape her now-no-longer-with-us, deadbeat, rapey older brother with daddy issues. The last few years have changed the both of us and Mac is now like some reborn, amazingly confident version of her old self. Whereas I seem to have become some regressed version of what I want to be. Meaning that the person I strive to be is trying to break through, but I’m holding myself back for I-don’t-know-what reasons right now.
It’s not like I have any control over it, either.
In a past life, I would have taken Grinder up on his many offers of sexual activities with not a care in the world. No expectations. No real wants or needs other than to blow my load with someone. But now I want more than that. Hell, Ideservemore than that. I’m finally on my path to become a full-on doctor, and shacking up with an outlaw doesn’t exactly scream credible. However, I also really want Grinder. Therein, I think, lies one of my problems.I want it all.
I know I’m capable of breaking the rules after what happened with Mac, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat if she asked. I’d also do it for Grinder…and that’s something I’ve thought far too much about. Risking my entire life, my career for him…and he isn’t even my boyfriend.
He’s dangerous for many many reasons.
Red flags are afraid ofhim. He is the quintessential bad boy who will fuck anyone and anything—although, he draws the line at beastiality.
The trouble is, no matter how hard I try, I can’t get him out of my mind. And now I have no doubt that he has found his old lady in Parker, so I’m going to have to start spending a lot less time around these bikers. I’ll only visit Mac and Gryff at her house, rather than the club headquarters…
Who am I kidding?
Today—or yesterday or whatever the hell day it is, considering it’s currently the early hours of the morning—is my day off, and I have spent all of it trying to busy myself and avoid the clubhouse after the surprise visit from Grinder at Mac’s. I started by sleeping in until ten, took a long shower, tried one of Mac’s—non-poisonous—cupcake recipes, and spent thirty minutes brushing Pepper.
Sitting on my kitchen worktop are now too many cupcakes for one person to eat, three sweet potato pies, and all of my sanity because it took everything in me to not go to that damn clubhouse. Only to get pulled back in with a call from Mac to ask me to come and make sure Kirsty is okay because shit is going down. Gryff is teething or she would have come herself…yeah, sure.
There was a brief moment—or the whole journey here—where I worried something might happen to Grinder. He’s no stranger to a few months in jail or the hospital, literally could go either way. Then I saw him standing by Vanessa’s truck and my heartimmediately settled as relief flooded my senses. Of course, he was with Parker, and they were both called away by the club prez.
So, here I am, sitting on Maribel’s couch with Kirsty as the club prospects, Kincaid and Jonesy, scrub the hardwood floor. The majority of the cleanup has already been done, we’re on our third cup of warm milk, and I don’t know about Kirsty, but I’m ready for bed.
“Thank you for staying with me, Spencer. I think I’m ready to go back to bed now. I’ll be okay.” Kirsty places her now-empty cup down onto the coffee table in front of us and takes a deep breath.
“I know you will. And I just came for the biker eye candy.” I grin, and a smile really is infectious because Kirsty’s lips tilt up. Finally.
A couple of months ago, Salem and I found her after a 9-1-1 call had been made by a neighbor. They had heard screaming and banging, and they were right to pick up the phone because Kirsty was in a bad way when we arrived. Apparently, she had rolled her boyfriend’s socks up wrong, therefore requiring a beating. If I didn’t already know that Maribel has given the SOK guys all the information Kirsty has divulged about him, then I would have pushed for it myself because men like that deserve to die.
Extreme? Yes. But so are my friends.
Psycho told Mac that they had a lead on the deadbeat, so he will likely be paying a visit to the morgue very soon and I’m not sad about that.
It’s nice to see Kirsty beginning to come out of her shell. Although, this evening’s events have definitely shaken her up. At least she isn’t trembling anymore and the color has returned to her face.
“Well, biker eye candy or not. Thank you.” She looks a lot younger when she smiles, like the weight of her past isn’t pushing her down quite so much.
“Anytime. Sleep well.” I don’t remind her that she has my number and knows where I am because she doesn’t need a broken record and pity. She simply needs friends, people who are there for her if she calls.
As if she knows my last thought, her smile remains as she nods. It’s barely perceptible to the human eye, but it’s there, and she stands without another word before heading toward her bedroom.
“Someone’s waiting outside for you, Spencer.” Maribel comes and sits beside me, perched on the edge of the sofa. Her grin is about as wide as ever and I frown. Her house was just violated…
“Why does it seem like you’re really happy about that?”
She shrugs. “Is it finally happening?” Her excitement is beginning to rub off on me, but I have no idea why.
I’m still confused as hell.
“Is what happening? What’s going on Maribel? Who’s outside?” My only guess is that it’s a man because other than me—and Jonesy while he and Kincaid clean—Maribel has a curfew for men in this house.