Tear Me Away (Desert Wraiths MC Romance)By: Amy Kiss
“It’s not much worse than normal operations right? Drugs, guns, murder. They kind of go together.”
“So just let them go?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t want any death done on my behalf.”
Her body ran rich with the sunlight. She might not be an angel, but her little figure seemed otherworldly at my side. Some voice of conscience. A beacon of peace in my swirling rage.
“You can’t go back to your life," I said. "After that shootout in front of the damn hospital, the police will be looking for you. Even the Scorpions might want you dead now.”
She processed the information carefully. “Ok. So what are our options?”
I sighed and turned back to the horizon. It went on forever it seemed, though I knew that I was seeing at most 5 miles ahead. After that would come another 5 miles, then 5 more of the same. This land was vast, but if we kept going it would spill over into another.
“We could just leave,” I said.
“They wouldn’t come after us?”
“The clubs run local. No reason to chase us to LA or Denver or Houston.”
She turned to me. “The cops?”
“Small town case. I’ve got some cash. If we stay low for a few months, the whole thing will go cold. We’ll be free enough.”
She took this in and did that slow nod again. “I could sell the house from anywhere. I already talked to a guy about that a while back.”
“You could be a vet anywhere,” I said.
“I could apply to nursing school,” she said. “Well, after some filler coursework.”
I nodded as if that meant something. It had just been an idea but watching it work through her made me feel my mood sink. What place did I have in the life of a girl like that?
She seemed to notice. “What about you?”
What about me? Who wouldn’t want a war machine with an odd chemical dependency? “I could find something.”
Another nod. That was enough. Probably she knew I wasn’t worth a damn and didn’t want to press it.
I looked out another way. North, I figured. A few hours of chasing the horizon and we’d be back at Gilsner. The place that had birthed me - the only place that needed me anymore.
And just like an abuse victim, I needed it right back.
“We’re not leaving, are we?”
It came out as calm as the rest of her questions, but it still startled me. “We can leave. It’s fine by me.”
“You don’t want to go.”
I tried to find a way inside me to leave the business I had started unfinished. To leave this mission that I had never asked for. I didn’t find the exit.
“I don’t.” The words came out like a confession.
She stood on her toes, brushed her lips into my ear and whispered.