ith my tongue. After a few seconds, I gave a slight shrug, an

irection. As the driver slowed the bike, he pulled it into a small, vacant space before me, coming to a stand

roam over the helmetless man sitting before me. The fact he was without the

his head. His skin held a natural olive tint, not unusual for someone with his hair coloring and his eyes were a startling, vibrant sky-bl

efore me, Rook gazed back at me, arching an eyebrow. A slow, se

id behind him onto the seat. "Hey,

-roughened voice floated over his s

a little, as shifting his own, he used the to

u to the clubhouse," h

Rook about his club family, if I'd someday meet them. He'd shrugged, murmuring something about Satan, the MC's Vice-President, saying they had

ge, before soothing, "Settle down and don't t

wasn't. No, I was still pissed off months after hearing I'd been called a bitch and I hoped I'd get

I wrapped my arms around Rook's trim waist

upon its breath, and I allowed myself to relax a little for the first time in a long time. The last four years had been rough, and I'd missed the few members of my old family I'd become close with, and I missed Dillon. I'd had no

ituation. However, any acceptance over the loss of Torin? No-

e, and for a while, I'd feared I wouldn't. I feared I was going to disappear into my own mind and broken heart. However, eventually I'd begun to heal. No, I wasn't over his loss and I never would be, but I'd learned to cope.

uch joy within their life to laugh. I'd hated the happiness within their hearts, which had allowed them to feel what I couldn't, as my world had been dark, haunted. However, even the darkest of hou

front of me. Each time I'd bury myself in the hole I'd dug and begin throwing dirt on top of myself, he'd drag me out of it, kicking and screaming, as wiping the dirt off, he'd shake life back into my tormented existence

le at a time, worked his way into becoming my best friend. As suc