Page 27 of Axle's Angel
Jake chuckles. “It’s okay girlie, take your time. Text me when you decide. She was fine the last time I checked on her. I heard that both Hannah and Fred had passed away through the grapevine and wanted to make sure she was handling it okay.”
“Oh,” I whisper, my heart aching for the lovely couple that had loved my daughter and hurting for my daughter. No… their daughter. She was alone in the world, and I didn’t like that. “Yeah Jake, find her. I don’t know if they told her about us, but she should know she’s not alone. It will be up to her though. She may not want to have contact with us.”
“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll put out feelers. Love you, don’t over think this. Speak to your man, and we’ll see you in a few weeks.”
“Love you Jake, thank you. Speak soon.”
Ending the call, I take a deep breath and try to put a dampener on the little twist of excitement in my belly at the thought of seeing Honor.
I wasn’t going to say anything, not yet. I’d wait to see what Jake found out first.
Gathering my things, I walked out to the house and to my van. I let Siera and the girls know at lunch that I’d be over at the clubhouse and Garret’s house for the foreseeable future. I’d have to see about getting a vehicle. I didn’t want to have to drive my van back and forth every day.
It didn’t take me long to get packed and unplugged from the electricity. Before long I was driving down the road and past the centre, waving at the girls who were still working on the outside with Siera watching them. They waved back.
Turning, I take the main road towards the clubhouse, wondering how easy it would be to cut a road between the two properties instead. I’d have to do some costings.
I get waved through the gate by another prospect, and I drive slowly past the clubhouse. There are a few brothers milling about. Those that see me raise a hand in greeting that I return.
Parking on the side of the driveway, I leave a place for Garret to park his bike when he gets back from work. I take my time to look at his house. It honestly surprises me when I get a good look at it because while it was mostly empty of furniture with only the bare minimum filling it, it was a family home. Not huge, but big enough. With a wide porch that had a table and chairs on it. Next door was a twin to Garret's house that I know belonged to his best friend Roman.
A bit further down was another house. A double story, also with a porch and toys in the front yard. In the distance I could see what could have been the original farmhouse. I knew that’s where Maverick, Garret’s president lived.
There were plots marked out along the road, like a small biker suburbia. Why that amused me, I had no idea.
Getting up from the driver’s seat, I walked into the living area of my van and found clothes and toiletries for the night.
Placing them in a bag, I sling it over my shoulder, leaving the van before I let myself into Garret’s house. I headed straight for the bedroom and a shower. I’d just finished and was wondering what to do about supper, because the man had nothing in his fridge. I made a mental note of going to the store tomorrow and stocking up when I heard his bike stopping in the drive.
Anticipation filled me. I felt like a teenager again, like the first day he’d picked me up to go to the movies all those years ago.
Opening the front door, I admired the way he looked on this bike. Dressed in jeans and a jacket with his cut over the top, his long blonde hair pulled back from his face. Garret had been good-looking when we were kids, but he’d matured into a truly spectacular hot looking man.
Our eyes met and I smiled at him. He wasted no time in getting me in his arms, kissing me like he was starving for me. Not sure what it said about me that his order to strip made me wet and then I was riding him, and everything else fell away.
It was enough for now. Just the two of us reconnecting, spending time with each other.
All we could do was take this a day at a time and build on what we’d once had because if our feelings hadn’t died the years we were apart, then they were strong enough to hold for whatever was coming our way. And this time I wouldn’t be alone.
Chapter 10
Axle
Last night and having Angel waiting at home for me was still on my mind as I locked my phone and keys into my allocated cubbyhole, I filed into church behind my brothers. Nerves have had my stomach roiling all morning. Today will be the day that decides if I stay or leave. Most would think I’d choose the brotherhood; it’s how we worked, but Angel had been mine long before I’d landed here. I’d miss them, but for her I’d leave.
“Let’s get to it, fuckers. I’ve got shit to do,” Maverick opens the meeting.
The brothers chuckle and his VP Spook shakes his head in amusement.
“Petit, what’s happening with the businesses?” Maverick asks our treasurer.
Petit is French-Canadian; he stands six foot eight in his socked feet, and dresses more like a lumberjack than a biker. He’s also crazy good with numbers. I’m sure most looked at him and saw wild, long dark hair, and a black beard and wrote him off. They’d be stupid too. The man handles all our investments, as well as investments for our club and makes us plenty of money. We have no complaints.
“All looks good, Pres. The casino is pulling in a lot of cash. Adding the hotel and spa was a great plan. The diner and motel are turning over the same as always, as are the bar and the tattoo shop. Axle’s garage is still turning a profit, so nothing to report on that front. If you want to speak to the tribal head, I’ve got a shipment of meds coming in next week from the Rusted Panthers MC.”
“I’ll get hold of him this afternoon. Thanks Petit.”
The big man sits back in his seat with a satisfied nod.
