Caleb: A Black Widow MC Romance (15 page)

I rode back to the MC, thinking about my love for Charlotte. My entire existence was built around the MC. It was who I was. But my feelings were changing. I no longer desired to be the Vice President. If I could go somewhere safe with Charlotte and live the rest of my life in peace—no more bloodshed—then isn't that what I should do?

I found John, Hudson, and Bryce sitting around the Wheels of Ash oak table. Their faces were long but their eyes lit up when they spotted me. Bryce shook my hand as Hudson gave me a one-armed hug; a white shoulder-sling kept his arm close to his chest.

John stood up and put his hands on my arms. “I'm glad you're okay, Liam.”

“Me too,” I replied.

We sat down at our seats. Our club had become so small. I ached inside for the loss of Wyatt. He was like a brother to me.

Brotherhood. That's what this MC meant to me. I couldn't leave my brothers when they needed me most. I had to get revenge for Wyatt. I had to make sure the MC was whole before I got out.

John hit the gavel down. “We all want the Russians to pay but we need to think this through. We're hanging on by a string here. If we went against the Russians now, we'd all end up in body bags. As of right now, all the Russians involved in that deal are dead. Give me a chance to talk with some of the higher-ups in their organization. For all we know, Boris was doing this alone. Once I get more information, we can make an informed decision. Everyone agree, say Aye.”

Each one of us shouted, “Aye!”

“All opposed,” John said.

John brought the gavel down. “Onto the next order of business—the Vice President seat. All in favor of Liam becoming the Vice President of the Wheels of Ash, say Aye.”

What the hell!

Hudson nodded at me and grunted, “Aye.”

“Aye,” Bryce added.

John smiled at me and threw a white patch at my hands. I flipped it over and it said: V. President.

Everyone gave me a hug while I stood there dumbfounded. The one thing I wanted in the world was finally in my hands but I didn't feel complete. Charlotte wasn't by my side.

My paper was nowhere close to being started. All I had was a title that seemed very scary. Was that what I wanted to convey? What did I want to tell the world about the club? The crime? The violence?

Those were all things everyone knew already.

The family aspect was the key.

The words flowed through my fingers and into the computer. I wrote and wrote until my wrists began to cramp up.

Outside the booming engine of a Harley-Davidson approached. I saved the document and slammed the laptop shut. My paper would have to wait—Liam was here.

I checked my makeup in the mirror and brushed my hair quickly.

The doorbell rang and I tried to still my pounding heart. I opened the door, wearing nothing but a silk robe. Liam's eyes went wide.

“I love you,” I blurted out. I gasped and put my hand over my mouth. “I'm sorry, I'm just acting a little crazy.

Liam smiled and stopped me. “I love you, too Charlotte. You better invite me in because I need to fuck you now.”

I grabbed Liam's arm and pulled him inside. His mouth latched onto mine while his hands wandered underneath my robe.

This rough and hard man was all mine and I was his to do with as he desired.

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