Comp’s Chance (Reckless Omens MC)

Chapter 10

Ten

COMP

I make my way down the road, relaxing as the wind surrounds me as I pass by fields of animals and crops. This is the best, most beautiful drive I've ever experienced. I just wish it was for better reasons. Today, I’m going to see my cousin Bash. I’ve tried getting him to put me on the visitor's list for years, but he wouldn’t until now. It probably has something to do with what my program pulled up this morning, but I won't know until I get there.

The drive is a long one; thirteen hours there and thirteen back. I needed to get out of the clubhouse for a bit, so this was the perfect excuse. Sunny hasn’t slept in my room since that first night. Granted, it's only been three days, but I'm going fucking insane. I’ve stayed out of the way, throwing myself into working endlessly to find shit on her ex. To say I’ve found some shit would be an understatement. Not only is that fucker corrupt, but so is his whole family.

I compiled everything for Swift and left it on his desk before setting off this morning. The family is good at hiding their dirt, so it took me longer than usual to get everything I could. I still have a few places to dig, but I wanted the club to have something to go on while I’m gone. Like I said, the fucker's family is good at hiding their misdeeds, but I'm fucking better. Thank fucking Christ Sunny left when she did and didn’t test the fucker to see if he would take Paisley. I have no doubt in my mind he would have won that fight.

My mind drifts back to Sunny. Sleeping has been nearly impossible since she let me hold her in my arms. My sheets are covered in her scent, and I feel empty and cold when I’m not holding her. I haven't left my room; I haven't been able to sleep, and I’ve barely eaten. I’ve been fucking kicked off my axis and have no clue where to go from here. One of the main reasons I took this trip so quickly, instead of waiting a few weeks, was to try to get my head back on straight. I need to work through everything in my head and figure out what the fuck I'm going to do next.

Sunny’s words ring over and over in my head.

Don’t push people away just because the scars are more than skin deep.

Damn, those words hit me right in the fucking heart. I’ve never really stopped to think about it, but I have pushed people away ever since my accident. I’ve locked myself in my room, only coming out when needed, to eat, or working out. I don’t even always stay for club parties. Why stay when all I see are pitying looks from some people and disgust from others? I don’t even try it anymore. I know my club members don’t give a fuck, but that doesn’t mean the people who come to these parties, the outsiders, don’t.

So, I stay clear. But where has that gotten me? I’ll tell you… no fucking where. I don’t live. I sit at my fucking computer and do a job ninety percent of the fucking time. I’m tired of this life. I know things changed the minute Sunny and Paisley walked into my club. I got my first glimpse of light and my first real taste of freedom. For far too long, I have been stuck in my head, full of bullshit self-pity. I'm tired of it holding me back.

I look over at the green fields passing me by and smile. Fuck this depressing life. The minute I get back, I’m claiming my new one. One where Sunny is by my side, and she and Paisley are safe from harm.

I finally make it to the prison and am easily let through security. I see my cousin sitting at a table in the back the minute I'm through. Damn, the fucker was huge before coming to the place; now, he's a solid brick wall. I walk up to him, hoping he will give me anything, a smile or something, but he doesn’t.

“Not even a hug for your cousin?” I ask, sitting and folding my arms over my chest. Once upon a time, Bash and I were best friends. We grew up together and did everything together. He got hooked in with the wrong crowd, and I stayed away from their insanity. I still got burned, though, literally. Granted, it wasn’t Bash’s fault, but it doesn’t matter. What's done is done, and no matter what he wants me to believe, I refuse to accept he belongs in this shithole.

“No small talk. I put you on this list just this one time to get a message to you. Stop putting your nose in my business and looking into the senator,” he says coldly. He forgets, though; I’ve known him my whole life. I can see right through his bullshit. Something is bothering him.

“Not going to happen,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. He wants to be a stubborn ass? I can play this game.

“I’m being fucking serious, Nix,” he says, using my real name to get his point across. He leans across the table to talk to me. “The senator has deep pockets. He’s looking for the girls now.”

“How the fuck do you know about them?” I ask, immediately on alert.

“Because, fucker, I'm in jail with a lot of nasty fuckers. They gossip in here more than the women in a fucking hair salon. Just keep your head down and stop looking into those people,” he tells me. I just smile. No way in fucking hell I'm going to stop. Sunny and Paisley will be protected. I don’t give a fuck what I have to do.

“Look, I get you want to help everyone, but just this once, can you fucking listen to me? Leave my shit alone, too. I made my choice, and I’m living with it. Just leave. It. Alone,” he says before rising and walking toward the guards in the back. No goodbye, nothing. Well, that was a waste of thirteen fucking hours.

I take a deep breath before placing my hands on the table and getting up. I need to find a hotel to crash at before making the long-ass trip back home, but all I want to do is pull an all-nighter and get back to Sunny. I walk out of the prison, hop on my bike, and ride back out of town. It's getting dark, but I want to make as many miles as I can tonight before stopping. I see headlights coming up in front of me; the fuckers have their blinders on, nearly causing me to wreck, but I'm able to keep the bike steady even as they get a bit too close and run me off the side. What the fuck was that about?

I shake it off, knowing I need to pull over and get some rest before I crash this fucking bike. I look in my side mirror and see another set of headlights getting closer and closer. Approaching fast, too fast. I floor it, knowing they’ll ram my bike and cause me to lay it down if I don't. It's dark now, so all I can make out is a black SUV with what looks like sirens on top. Am I going to get killed by a fucking cop? When I take off, of course, the fucker turns his lights on, though. Fuck, it's like he was baiting me into speeding. I take a deep breath before pulling the bike over and removing my helmet. I keep my hands where they can be seen, but I have a feeling this isn’t just some random traffic stop. My gun is attached to my side as the officer walks up to my bike.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asks, looking down one end of the road and then the other.

“I’m guessing for speeding. I was almost run off the road. Sorry about the speed, but I thought you were trying to kill me,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. Might as well go with the truth.

I turn just in time to see him draw his weapon. I don’t have time to get to mine before the shot goes off. I feel the blood dripping down my side as the officer pulls his gun back and pistol whips me. Fuck, I pray I got enough information so the club can keep Paisley and Sunny safe.

The last thing that crosses my mind as I lose consciousness is that I just started living my life. I just accepted that Sunny would be mine.

Dying on the same day you’re reborn… now that’s tragic as fuck.