Breaking Hammer (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Inferno Motorcycle Club Book 3) (32 page)

I brought my hand to my lips, still tasting him on me, feeling him inside me, even though it was already a day later.
 I knew I was becoming consumed with him, my desire for him beginning to cloud my judgment.  It was dangerous, seeing him this much.  I knew it, even as I asked him yesterday to meet me again, in the same hotel room.

It was a careless decision.

I looked at the men, standing in front of me, their faces blank.  "I'll go voluntarily," I said, looking at the rag one of the men held in his hand.  "Aston knows I'll go quietly.  He has my son."

Then Aston walked into the room, stood behind the men.
 He didn't look at me, instead focused on his phone.  "Oh," he said.  "But what would be the fun in that?  You have a long flight ahead of you, and I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"No," I said, willing courage into my voice that I didn't feel.
 "Where are you taking me?"

Aston finally looked up.
 "To see your son," he said.  "Is what you've wanted, isn't it?"

I shook my head, paralyzed by terror.
 "No," I croaked.  "Not like this, whatever you're doing."

"Oh, you have no idea what 'this' means, Meia," Aston said.
 "I gave you everything, and this is how you repay my kindness?  Meeting some
fighter
in a hotel room?  Some white-trash
biker
?"

"Your kindness?" I spat on the hotel floor, not caring about the consequences for my outburst.
 I was already dead.  I knew it.  "You've kept me your slave for years.  You stole my child away from me.  Lily killed herself because of the things you did to her.  You have been my own version of hell."

Aston walked toward me, took the cloth from the man's hand.
 It smelled sticky-sweet, and the smell, even from where he stood, made me nauseous.  He smiled, the expression sinister.  "How cute.  You still think your sister killed herself."

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry as a desert.
 "What - what do you mean?"  I could hardly speak.

"She didn't kill herself," Aston said.
 "She was an...unfortunate casualty, a by-product of my youthful exuberance."

My stomach churned, and I thought I would vomit as I imagined what Aston had done to her.
 "You killed her."

"The last time I had her, she fought," he said, smiling.
 "She was strong, for how young she was."

My head was spinning, and I seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.
 When Aston spoke, his voice sounded like it was coming from far away, even as I felt his arms on me, and saw his hand, covered in the white rag, moving toward my face.

"And you think you know what hell is?" he asked, his voice in my ear.
 "You have no idea.  Your hell is just beginning."

IM
PERMANENCE

Everything is transient and nothing endures.  There is birth and death, growth and decay; there is combination and separation.

~ The Gospel of Buddha, Carus' translation

I knew immediately that everything was wrong.

In my gut, I knew it.
 I tried to convince myself otherwise, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her, the tap-tap-tap of my foot on the tile floor the only noise in the room.

The room was immaculate, as it always was, which was to be expected from the type of hotel this was.
 This was not the type of hotel where bad things happened, even if it was Vegas.  At least, this wasn’t the floor where bad things happened, the suites where high-rollers stayed.  Not that I was a high-roller.  I wasn’t here to gamble.  Gambling wasn’t my vice.

I had so many other fucking vices, I didn’t need to gamble.

The room was eerily still.  Nothing was out of place...no furniture overturned, no ripped open sofa cushions or gutted mattress.  Nothing to indicate anyone had been here in the room.

Except the locket.

Her locket.

The one with the picture of a girl.
 When I’d asked her who it was inside, she had averted her eyes, looked away, sat there silently.

I could have easily missed the locket, on the floor behind the toilet.
 If I had overlooked it, if I had just walked away instead of listening to my gut, I wouldn’t have known.  I would have assumed that she walked away from me, that she had come to her senses.

That she had decided that whatever this was, it wasn’t real.
 It couldn’t be.

It’s the same thing I kept telling myself, trying to rationalize away what I felt.
 Reminding myself of April.  It had only been three years.  A man should mourn his dead wife for longer than three years, I told myself.  A man should grieve.

How much more could I grieve?

Everyone I loved died.  It was like a goddamned curse.

Not this time.
 This time would be different.  It couldn’t happen that way again.  If it did, it would destroy me.  I wouldn’t let it happen.

I would find her.

I would find Ben.

I would bring them home.

Inferno Motorcycle Clubhouse

Los Angeles Chapter

It was dark when I pulled into the parking lot of the Inferno MC.
 There were only a few bikes in the lot, the clubhouse mostly empty, a signal that it wasn't a party night.  Blaze was expecting me, but I'd told him nothing.  This wasn't something I was about to talk about over the phone.

It was also something I hadn't taken to the Vegas chapter club president.
 I'd considered it, thought about telling them what was going on when I'd first found out that Aston was holding Ben.  But I had no history with that chapter, other than my friendship with Skunk.  Aston's power was far-reaching, and I couldn't trust anyone.

Blaze, on the other hand...he and I had history.
 We used to be friends, once upon a time.  And I trusted him.

And that's why I was here on a Tuesday night, walking through the doorway of the Inferno MC clubhouse in Los Angeles.

Blaze stood outside, smoking a cigar.  He nodded at me as I approached him.  "Good to see you back on a bike, brother," he said.  "And back in the colors.  It's about fucking time."

I smiled, but it felt strained.
 "The bike feels good.  Good to be back in the club, too."

"Want to talk?" Blaze asked, but I didn't get a chance to answer before Dani came walking out the doorway, a messenger bag slung over her shoulder.

"Blaze," she started.  "I'm going to head home - "  She stopped short when she saw me.  "Crunch, how are you?"

I smiled as she wrapped her arms around me, then pushed me back at arm’s length, looking me over.
 "Are you back?"  She looked at from Blaze to me and then back again.  "Why didn't you tell me Crunch was back?"

"I'm riding
with the Vegas chapter now," I said.

"Oh, you're still in Vegas?" she asked.
 "How is it going?"  She stopped, apparently reading the look on my face.  "Oh shit, I said something wrong.  Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing," I said quickly.
 Too quickly, by the look on her face.  She didn't believe me.  "How's law school?"

"It's going great.
 Lots of work to do," she said, patting her bag.  "I've got a summer internship, so I'm getting to do real work instead of the school stuff."