Page 95 of Ricochet
A collective gasp could be heard all around us, and I had to admit, the balls on this girl would never cease to amaze me.
She just challenged the most notorious MC leader in the United States, without blinking an eye.
“Do you really want me to answer that question, Persephone?” Here we go again with that fucking name.
“Kieran,” Tristan hissed again. I turned to him, trying to ignore the staring match ensuing between Ophelia and Storm. “We need to think about this. Please don’t be an idiot. She obviously doesn’t know anything, and sending her with him would be a fate worse than death.”
It would be, wouldn’t it, but it would also kill me seeing her with him, even if he wanted nothing more than to break her apart.
“Shut up, Tristan.”
“He’s right,” Cillian murmured. “We need to think about this, and we will. Tell them to meet us here tomorrow again, and we will give them our final answer.”
“Absolutely—”
“Kieran,” my twin growled. “Don’t be a fucking idiot. This is our mother we are talking about. Don’t make the same mistake of putting Ophelia before your family, because we both know she wouldn’t do the same for you.”
And that right there, ladies and gentlemen, that was what hurt me the most. The fact that I knew she would never do the same for me. I knew it. Fuck, I knew it for years now, but I never wanted to admit it to myself.
“Okay,” I breathed out. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
But before I could utter the words meant for Storm, the doors of the church banged open, and three figures appeared basked in the glow of lanterns on the wall.
“Look what we’ve found, Prez.”
I took a step closer, followed by Ophelia and my brothers, and the last person I would’ve expected to see here stood in front of us.
“Theo?” Ophelia asked. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Her brother grinned, struggling with the two bikers on his sides.
“Hello, guys. What did I miss?”
Four Years Ago
"Ava."I knocked on the bathroom door for a third time. She's been inside for the last half an hour, and if she didn't get out in the next five minutes, I was going to break the door down.
"Are you okay?"
I was never an anxious kind of a person, but this shit was starting to give me anxiety. How long could it take her to pee, for fuck’s sake?
“Aves, if you don’t open this door, I swear to all that’s holy, I will break it down.”
They all thought I was crazy already. Breaking the door down would be the least psychotic thing I ever did.
“Ava!”
Alright, that’s it.
Just as I took three steps backwards, ready to go “Hulk” on the poor door, she opened it up. Her head was bent downward, focused on the little stick in her hands. Who would’ve thought that little piece of plastic could change your whole life?
Well, I mean, you changed your life when you spread your legs and shit like that, but that was beside the point.
What was important right now, was the fact that she still didn’t look at me.
“Ava?” I slowly came to her, trying to gauge her reaction to all of this. If she wasn’t pregnant, I would be relieved because it would be one thing I didn’t have to worry about.
If she was pregnant, well, I guess we could all buckle up and get ready for a ride, because I knew her, and I knew she would never get rid of that baby.
