by K E Osborn
I scoff and roll my eyes. “Dude, we could have died.”
“I know, right! Imagine what the press would say about this if they knew.”
“They will not be finding out,” Lunar responds sternly, and by the fierce look in her eyes I wouldn’t be going past her word right now.
“Okay, fine, the club is safe,” Ryan says.
“Looks like everyone is heading inside, we should probably go in too. They will want a head count,” Lunar tells us.
I nod wrapping my arm around her shoulder and walking with Lunar inside the clubrooms. We head up toward the bar and stand around as everyone else rushes about like mad men. I go to get a drink noticing Techie walk up to Lunar shaking his head.
“You’re back here for an hour and look what happens?” he teases.
She rolls her eyes. “I see nothing has changed with you boys then? Still getting yourselves in trouble no doubt. You said this place was different to Virginia, Techie,” Lunar says.
“It is! We don’t go looking for trouble here, but for some reason trouble is finding us. I have no idea what this is about, but we need to figure it out before something worse happens.”
She nods and I step up to them taking Lunar to my side. “Hey babe, I think we should go. These guys need to concentrate on their club, and we’re just a distraction.”
She nods and grabs my hand while smiling at Techie. “I’m so glad I got to see you, it’s been too long,” she says.
“Well, I have a feeling it’s going to be even longer between visits with you heading off to the US. Just remember to keep in touch, you’re family, no matter what.” He leans out wrapping his arms around her giving Lunar a tight squeeze. She giggles pulling back with a smirk. “What?” She chews on her bottom lip. “Lunar!”
“Okay fine. Word is you’re seeing someone. Is that true?” she asks.
He groans and I smirk wondering if the playboy Techie is actually finally settling down with someone.
“No! Now go away and be a famous rocker’s girlfriend will you?”
She leers at him. “She must be special if you’re hiding her from the lads. I’m proud of you, Techie. Out of all the guys I never thought you’d settle down. I hope you do. Being in a relationship, it’s work, but it’s worth it.”
Smiling at her, he turns her and slaps her ass pushing her to walk off. She laughs and heads off toward Ryan, Matt and Nate. I watch as she walks away, her ass swaying from side to side like she owns the joint. She is so fucking hot and she’s all mine.
God, I love that woman!
“So you better take care of her. She won’t have us to fall back on in the US,” Techie says and I turn to face him.
“I know, don’t worry, I plan on taking very good care of her. That little minx has worked her way into my heart. She’s crazy and we have our moments, but she rocks my world.”
“That’s good to hear. Thanks for dropping in. Sorry we kinda… blew up the place,” he says.
I manage a laugh while shaking my head. “No, it’s fine. I’m just glad no one was hurt. The life of a biker is never dull, hey Techie?”
He nods raising his eyebrow. “Seems that way.”
I slap his arm in a kind gesture. “See you, my friend.”
“Safe travels.”
I turn and walk off toward the guys and Lunar, and they all nod at me as I get to them.
“Let’s get out of here,” Matt suggests.
I nod looking at Lunar, who takes one last look around the place and smiles.
“Gladly,” she chimes.
We’re driving back to the hotel and I’m looking over Lunar’s blood stain on her forehead, but it seems like when I rolled on top of her blood must have spilled from my cheek onto her. She wasn’t hurt at all, which gave me instant relief. I’d much rather it be my blood than hers.
“How epic was that? I mean we were in a real biker war showdown!” Nate calls out, and Ryan laughs.
“I know right! I’m glad I’m not the only one who found that completely electrifying,” Ryan says and Lunar scoffs.
“We could have all been killed, I’m glad to be out of that life. Being a rocker’s girlfriend, while still dangerous with the fans, is nothing compared to club life. Trust me, living in that place is not exciting.”
I lean across to give her a hug and kiss her temple softly. I’m so glad that I have her away from this club. Lunar is now officially removed from that life, and she will never be back. She is now a rocker’s girlfriend, not club property, and I think she understands that now as we drive away from the Satan’s Savages for the last time.
Leaving her past behind, and only looking now at her bright future.
A future with me.
We’ve been back in the USA for a month. Luke arranged a new agent and management crew and Oliver is working out perfectly. We’ve already got a new album set to be recorded, and a heap of promo work lined up for our USA domination. It’s just hard to get noticed with so much other amazing talent in the States.
We broke through the Australasian and other countries markets, so I know we can do it here as well. We’ve already completed some minor touring here, we just need to ramp up our PR and grab some more air time on the radio if we want to make it as big as Staked or Slayed. That’s who we always compare ourselves to, Ella’s and her father’s bands—we shouldn’t but we do.
But tonight I’m not thinking about the band. I’m not thinking about how music lifts me up taking away the memories. Or how everyone thinks I’m the joker, the immature member of Recoil, who’s never serious.
No, tonight I’m drowning my sorrows. Like I do on this day every year. The memories so haunting, so vivid, they never leave, even all these years later. I may be a joker, but to me this wasn’t a joke, and remembering them one day a year is the only time I allow myself to be swallowed by my guilt.
Footsteps filter through the hall and Danger steps into the kitchen flicking on the switch, blinding me temporarily. I squint, closing my eyes and opening them a few times while rubbing my temple.
“Drinking alone? You okay, dude?” he asks walking over to the small table.
“I’m fine, go back to Lunar.” I don’t bother looking up at him.
“It’s really late, or early… maybe call it a night, Ry?”
“Leave it!” I raise my voice as I run a finger around the rim of my glass, it squeals slightly with the pressure.
He pulls out the chair next to me, the wooden feet drag along the floor making a noise. I cringe as the noise assaults my ears.
“Okay, things are going great? But you look like shit. Talk to me.”
I take a small sip of my amber liquid. It burns down my throat just the way I like. Licking the bitter taste from my lips, I exhale. “It’s their anniversary,” I simply say and his face drops in understanding.
“Oh, shit man, it slipped my mind. I’m sorry.” He reaches out for another glass and pours himself some liquid courage then tops up my practically empty glass saying nothing more.
He knows.
This is the one day I fall apart.
Because this day—nine years ago—my wife and daughter died in the car I was driving when I totaled it.
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BLURB
Covert, stealthy, cunning—I’m trained as a weapon. A lethal killer. I do what needs to be done in order to protect those who can’t protect themselves.
I’m never the same person twice.
It’s never been an issue.
But I underestimated her.
The beautiful woman next door. There’s something sexy about the way she watches me, eyes wide with an innocent curiosity. I find myself aching for her attention. I want her to look at me, but not when I’m
covered in the blood of the man I just killed.
I live in the dark. She could be my light. I want her. And I know she feels it too.
When what I do puts her life in danger, everything changes. And I start to realize that maybe not all is as it seems. Every part of me screams to save her...
But what if I’m wrong.
What if she’s the one saving me?
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Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.
Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.
