MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

~PRESENT~

T here’s so much blood. It’s everywhere. I’m screaming, but no one can hear me. Why won’t anyone help me? I’m trapped. There’s so much blood I can’t find my way out. It’s everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, and the roof. God, I can’t escape it. I crawl, trying desperately to find a way out of this hell. I can hear screaming, high pitched, frightened. It’s filling my mind, burning into me. I shake my head from side to side. Please stop, just stop so I can get out.

“Snake, there you are.”

Jasper is suddenly in front of me, and at his feet is a dead woman. I scream at the sight of the gaping hole in her head. I can still hear screaming. It’s a man.

“Cheyenne!” the voice cries, and I realize it’s Spike.

The woman on the floor is Cheyenne, and the blood is hers. Jasper steps closer to me as I try to crawl away.

“I’ll find you, snake, and this will be you.”

God, help me, someone help me.

“Please, let me go!” I cry.

I bump into something, and I look down to see another dead body. It’s Cheyenne again. How did she get here? I scream, but no sound comes out. Suddenly, her face is my mother’s. Her skin is blue. She’s struggling to breathe. I scream, this time it’s ear splitting.

“Cheyenne,” Spike screams again.

“Snake, you’re mine,” Jasper growls. “I’ll kill you.”

I bolt upright, screaming. My hands frantically grab at the sheets. I can’t breathe. It hurts to even try. The door swings open, and Jackson comes running in, shirtless, sleep ruffled and waving a gun around.

“The fuck?” he roars.

I’m panting and sweating. The dream, it was awful. I wrap my arms around myself and I begin to cry. Jackson lowers the gun when he realizes there’s no one in the room.

“Addi?” he says gently.

“It was just a dream,” I croak through my tears.

“Ah shit,” he murmurs, walking over to the side of the bed and wrapping his arms around me. I fall into him, and I begin to cry harder.

“Cade told me about Cheyenne tonight, and it just brought up so much for me. I killed her, Dad. I let her die right in front of me. I didn’t call an ambulance. I didn’t stick my fingers down her throat to make her sick it all up. I just let her die.”

“She fucked you up. When someone fucks you up that bad, you don’t wanna save them. What you did, anyone would have done.”

“She was my mother,” I wail.

“She gave birth to you. Didn’t make her your fuckin’ mother – it takes far more than that to be a mother.”

“I let her die.”

“You set her free.”

I flinch, his words hitting me to my very core.

“Do you think that’s the life she dreamed of having?” he says gently. “It’s not. The short while I knew your ma, told me that she never wanted any of that. When you’re so wrapped up in something like that, you can’t escape it. She had no way out. She was stuck and you gave her a way out. You set her free. You truly did send her to a better place.”

“It doesn’t make what I did right,” I say in a hoarse voice.

“No, it doesn’t, but it helps you deal.”

“Did you love her?”

He pulls back and stares down at me. “Only woman I ever loved.”

“Why?”

He gives me a half smile, but it’s pained. “She was nothin’ like you described her. To me, she was Emily. Sweet, caring, loving, Emily. She didn’t do horrible things. She loved you. Heck, she loved me. The woman you speak of, that wasn’t the woman I got a glimpse of. Each time you talk about her, I lose a little part of the woman I remember.”

“Am I hurting you?”

He grips my face. “You’ve been hurtin’ me every fuckin’ day since she took you, and now, you hurt me each day you look at me with those broken eyes. You hurt me, ‘coz I wasn’t there to fuckin’ save you when you needed savin’.”

“You didn’t know,” I rasp.

“Don’t make it any easier.”

“You’re here now.”

He nods and sucks in a deep breath. He stands. Clearly, the emotions of it are too much for him.

“Never told you this, Addi, ‘coz I was too proud, but I should have told you the minute you broke into my compound and stepped into my shed.”

I give a weak giggle.

“I should have told you that I love you, and I’ve loved you since the second I laid eyes on you. Ain’t never changed, and it never fuckin’ will.”

Only a biker can use the word fuckin’ in the same sentence as I love you, and make it sound breathtaking. I smile up at him, even though I’m still crying.

“You know, I think I might just love you too, old man.”

He chokes a laugh and shakes his head. “’Nuff of this sappy shit. You’re makin’ a girl of me. You need me to get you something?”

I shake my head. “No, you’re giving me enough.”

He nods and then digs into his jeans pocket, he pulls out a fifty and thrusts it at me.

“What’s that for?”

“Food, you know, bein’ that I’m your dad and all that,” he says, using the same line I used on him the first night I arrived.

I burst out laughing, and with a grin, he leaves me to it.

Well damn.

Who knew a group of bikers really could be my happy ending?