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  She bursts out laughing. “I think I can schedule you in.” She winks as we walk together through the room toward the waterfall. I look around at all the kids in the room while holding Mylee in my grip, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a family one day. I want nothing more than to put my kids in Mylee’s belly. But there’s this thing about Mylee. Before she left last time, she told me in no uncertain terms she never wants kids.

  Mylee’s mother passed her bipolar disorder onto Mylee. It’s genetic in her family. Her children will possibly develop the illness in their lifetime. She never wanted to be responsible for putting the burden on another human being. So she confided in me she’d never have children. Being with her means never having a family for us. But, that’s the price you pay for being with the woman you love. I’m sure if we stayed together, and we wanted kids, there’s other ways we haven’t discussed.

  But again, I’m getting way ahead of myself. Just seeing all these kids in here is making me wonder, making me think, what if? My life always planned for Mylee to be in it. When she left, I went off the rails, we all know this. Now she’s back, and I want to make plans.

  With my mind wandering all over the place, we finally make it to the waterfall. I look up at it, the water trickling down the rocks, crashing, making a soothing sound that’s calming my raging thoughts. I move in behind Mylee wrapping my arms around her from behind as she looks over the waterfall in awe. She leans back against me, and I take a moment to just be here with her. I let all my thoughts disappear, and when she sighs, I press my lips in behind her ear as she turns her head to look at me.

  “You know, I had no idea today could be so freaking perfect.”

  I hold her a little tighter. “Perfect, hey?”

  “Yeah. I’m so fucking lucky to have you. The perfect blend of badass and teddy bear.”

  I chuckle, gripping her a little tighter again making her let out a little squeal. “Teddy bear? You ever say that shit again, and I’ll spank some sense into you, woman.”

  She giggles turning in my grip, her fingers running up around my neck and into my hair. “Fine, more like an untamable lion… that any better?”

  I tilt my head curling up my lip. “Marginally. But don’t say this shit in front of my brothers.”

  She snorts throwing her head back with laughter. “God no, they’d slaughter you.”

  I poke her in the ribs making her jolt as she continues to laugh at my expense. “I should slaughter you. I let you get away with far too much.”

  She looks back to me, her eyes meeting mine. “You can teach me a lesson when we get back. I’ve been very, very, naughty and need some punishment.”

  My cock strains against my jeans as I let out a small groan. Leaning in, I grab her bottom lip with my teeth biting it. She giggles kissing me.

  Eventually, I pull back remembering we’re in public, there’s children about, so I break away opting to take her hand once more. “Stop taunting me. Think of the children, Mylee.”

  She bursts out laughing again as she turns to face the waterfall. “Sorry, I’ll just admire the pretty flower…” she pauses. “Weird how there’s only one. It’s like it’s a rare occurrence or something for a flower to sprout up right there.”

  Without hesitation, I bend down picking the little white flower from behind the railing. Mylee gasps as I bring it up handing it to her. She purses her lips like she’s scared we’ll be busted as she looks around.

  “Trax, what if they’ve been trying to grow that for like fifty years or something, and you just killed it?” She twirls it in her fingers looking happy as shit that I did it for her even though her words say something different.

  “You said I was half-badass. I needed to prove I was full-badass by breaking the rules and destroying shit.”

  She lets out a small giggle as she brings the flower to her nose giving it a sniff. “You do realize… yes, it was badass, but Trax, you picked me a flower that was sweet and by definition not badass at all. So your effort to go full-badass was actually only half-badass because the act itself was half…” she smiles “… teddy bear.”

  I groan as I throw my hands in the air watching her eyes light up as she giggles. “Goddammit, I can’t fucking win. That’s it, I’m gonna have to do something real fucking manly tonight to make up for this shit! I need to go shoot something or punch someone. Maybe I need to wrestle a fucking bear. Will that give me my goddamned balls back?”

  She plants a kiss on my cheek. “I can think of something I can do with your balls to make you feel like a man if you like?”

  I groan again as I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turn to see an elderly woman looking at me sternly, her eyes hard, wrinkles framing her face making her seem older than I think she is. I look down to see she’s wearing a uniform with the Conservatory’s name embroidered on it. Not only that, she’s flanked by two security guards. I raise my brow smiling my cocky lopsided grin, but she doesn’t budge, not even a bit. Normally ladies melt, no matter what age. Shit.

  “Excuse me, sir, I don’t want to make a scene, but we’ve had a couple of complaints about you and your friend…” she accentuates the last word, “… being a little too overly affectionate, talking inappropriately...” she looks to the flower in Mylee’s hand, “… and I see we can add destruction of property to the long list. We would appreciate it if you would respectfully leave the premises.”

  My chest swells in anger. I brought Mylee here to show her a good time. I wanted today to be special, and this upstart old bag’s going to kick us out? No fucking way!

  “I think what you mean to say is… this your first and final warning, and you can continue on. Have a good day,” I comment.

  Mylee reaches out grabbing my hand, shaking her head as the old woman looks a little rattled. “Trax, it’s fine. I’ve had the best time.” She looks up at the old bag. “Your place is really lovely. I’m so sorry we caused a scene. We didn’t mean to. We’ll leave right away.”

  “Mylee!” I warn.

  She looks to me with pleading eyes. “I’ve had the best time. We’re pretty much done anyway. Let’s not ruin it.” Her big doe eyes look up at me, and while I want to make a fuss—I want to fight this shit for her, I want to be able to stay so she can see the rest of the place—but if she’s ready to leave, then I guess I’ll let it go.

  The two security guys sneer, and I raise my head in defiance. “You will not be escorting us out. You don’t need that scene on your hands, boys. We’ll leave.”

  The woman signals to the guards, and they turn walking off as the woman looks to me with a sigh. “For the record, I have nothing against bikers, but if the visitors complain, I can’t look to be playing favorites.”

  I raise my brow tilting my head.

  She looks around then rolls up the sleeve of her uniform to reveal a property patch tattoo.

  Mylee giggles as I smirk. “Bullshit!” I let out a laugh finding newfound respect for the old woman.

  She quickly rolls down her sleeve. “Going on forty years. Married into it. Wouldn’t change it for the world. My old man had to give up riding only a few years back when the arthritis kicked in. His hands are too far gone now. That’s when I started working here to get some extra cash flow.” She looks to Mylee. “Bikers take care of their women, girl. If you’re in, hold on tight, it’s a bumpy ride, but hell if it isn’t worth it.”

  “Oh, I know… club brat.”

  “Mmm, the best kind. Sorry for the formal talk, had to do it in front of security.”

  I wave my hand through the air like it doesn’t matter. “Forgiven. I hope the flower wasn’t an issue.”

  She chuckles. “The flowers are rare, but it’s going to a good cause, so I can let it go this once. But you best be off before security comes back to drag your asses out.”

  “Cheers!” I grab Mylee’s hand and head toward the exit. Mylee looks to me, and I smile. “What are the chances?”

  She shrugs. “I really liked her. She
has lady balls.”

  I laugh. “Yeah, guess she would. Most old ladies do.”

  Mylee’s eyes narrow looking like something’s running through her mind. I don’t want to ask her what considering we were just talking about old ladies, so I let it go leading her out, back out to the parking lot toward my ride.

  “Sorry shit got cut short, I wanted you to see it all.”

  She twirls the flower in her fingers. “Trax, stop! I had the best time. Even at the end when I thought it was turning to shit, it turned around and surprised me. Today’s perfect. Utterly perfect. I haven’t had this much fun in a really long time. To be with you is all I’ve ever wanted.”

  My chest swells with pride, so I grab her, pulling her to me, and smash my lips to hers kissing her strongly. Her arms wrap around me. Our tongues collide in a flurry of passion. She lets out a small whimper as a fit of giggles echo from beside us, making me pull back from Mylee to see a tour group of kids. Fuck! Their faces alight with glee at the frantically kissing couple while their teacher ushers them away.

  Mylee smirks as she grabs my shirt, pulling me to my bike. “We really need to stop kissing in front of children. We’re going to scar them for life.”

  Grabbing our helmets, I restrain myself from kissing her once more. I slide onto my ride, and she moves in behind me, the motion feeling like she’s done it a million times as she glides into place perfectly while I start the engine. The roar of the Harley erupts to life making the school kids all turn to look at us. I know my baby demands attention when she purrs, I don’t blame them for looking.

  I hammer down, pulling out of the parking lot leaving the kids behind as I make my way out onto the road to start the fifteen-minute trek back to the clubhouse. The wind flicks past me, my woman gripping my stomach. The summer sun reflecting off the asphalt is making for a warm, leisurely ride. I’m taking my time. Having Mylee holding onto me again while I ride is an all-new high, so I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth. Even if it makes me look like a fucking Sunday driver. I’m going to enjoy this casual ride, nice, easy and clear, with the wind blowing and the relatively free-flowing traffic on the highway.

  I’m just about to pass under the Ogden Avenue overpass when suddenly, a sedan flies past the bike at crazy speed. The shift in air making the bike waver as the car darts in front of us, then turns into the right hand off ramp forcing me to have to drop my gears to avoid a collision with the fucking idiot. My heart leaps into my chest as I rush down trying to bring the bike to a stop before we hit the motherfucker, but before I have a chance to work fast enough, another car comes up behind us, racing at full speed as if to try and catch up with the first car. It too turns for the off-ramp, but in doing so, the edge of the car catches the back wheel of my bike.

  My ride slides out to the side, out of control. Mylee’s grip on me tightens, but we’re both flung from the bike as it hurtles over. I can’t catch myself as Mylee’s grip on me is forced away. We both fly from the bike, barreling toward the ground. I smack the asphalt with a thud. The moment of impact, my body aches and shudders as I roll in on myself with the force. I hear the unmistakable sound of crunching metal from my bike slamming into the ground which grates on my ears. I let out a loud groan as I roll, letting my body go limp remembering, the more you tense the worse it will be. So I try to remain as loose as possible while my body takes the full impact of the hard asphalt. My jeans rip and tear, my leather jacket holds together, but my arm jars as I groan out in pain finally come to a tumbling stop on the road.

  My body is throbbing all over. I hurt in every possible place I can think of, but I push it all aside when my mind instantly flicks to Mylee. I hear screeching tires, people are stopping to help, but I don’t care as I somehow find strength, climbing to my feet as I glance around to find Mylee. I yank off my helmet, throw it to the ground, my ears ringing as I look near the bike. It’s a fucking mess, the back tire almost completely gone, but then I see Mylee in a crumpled ball next to it. My feet don’t fail me as I grab my arm. It hurts like a bitch, but I drag my feet, one foot in front of the other trying to get to her.

  She’s not fucking moving.

  “Mylee!” I call out as fear fills every inch of me so hard, so fast, it’s almost crippling me. But I rush as quickly as I can to get to her.

  She’s facing away from me, but I drop to my knees as I reach her. Moving in, I yank off her helmet—I know it’s probably the wrong thing to do, but I need to check if she’s fucking breathing. A slight moan echoes from her beautiful mouth as she clutches her stomach.

  I pull her into my lap, looking her over to see if I can see anything. “Shit, baby, where are you hurting?”

  She finally opens her eyes, they’re glassy as she stares at me vacantly. It scares the shit out of me. “My stomach hurts, but so does my leg,” she murmurs, rolling on her side a little more making her leg turn. Then I see a giant gash with blood pooling from her thigh.

  It’s only now I register the sirens and the massive amount of people surrounding us. Traffic has ground to a halt on the highway, and somehow the police are already here as I look up to see two officers running toward us. One squats down beside me, while the other is on her radio calling for an ambulance.

  “We have help coming,” the officer relays looking directly at Mylee. I slump feeling like I have no idea what the fuck to do.

  “It’s fine, I’m fine,” Mylee murmurs.

  I let out a scoff. “Bullshit! We need to get you checked out. You’re not going anywhere but the hospital, Mylee.”

  The cop’s head bobs up and down. “I agree. Your leg’s probably going to need stitches at the very least.”

  She slowly sits up in my grip, shaking her head as she moves to stand. “I’m fine, I promise. No need to fuss.”

  I scoff. “You’re going to the hospital. Don’t argue this with me, woman.”

  She huffs as she stumbles on the asphalt looking a little woozy as the cop looks to me. “I think you should probably get checked out while you’re there, too. You came off hard,” he advises. “Can you tell me what happened?”

  I look back to the scene where my bike’s fucking totaled, and the two cars that caused the accident are nowhere to be seen. “There were two cars, one sped past us cutting in front making me slow down, thank fuck. Then the other came in behind him, bailed me up as he was trailing the other car. They were moving fast to get somewhere, I don’t know what the fuck they were doing.”

  The cop winces. “Running from us. We got a call about a burglary. We were in pursuit in a high-speed chase. Unfortunately, I think you’re the collateral damage. They’re from a street gang and are known to us. When we saw they’d taken you out, we stopped to help. They got away, but we know them. Don’t worry, they’ll be charged with fleeing the scene of an accident. Amongst other things.”

  I glance to Mylee as she stumbles again, but this time she starts to fall. I reach out grabbing her, pulling her to me as panic floods through me. “What’s wrong?” I ask as she looks at me, her eyes unfocused and glassy.

  She waves her hand through the air. “No, I’m fine, I promise. I just feel a little queasy. My tummy’s all tight.”

  The cop looks to me with a concerned gaze then stands up walking over to his partner radioing something into his coms equipment. Concern floods through me, too. I can’t help but wonder if Mylee’s hurt more than just her leg. She said her tummy felt weird. I’m starting to wonder if she has some internal shit going on. I’m starting to think the cop thinks this, too. “You’re gonna be fine, babe, just relax,” I tell her easing her into my lap as I sit and pull out my cell to send a message to Torque.

  Me: 911, ride totaled, taking Mylee to hospital. Meet me there.

  I hit send as the ambulance pulls up, and they rush over. My body aches like a bitch, but I don’t care about me right now. I only care about my woman and getting her to the fucking hospital where she needs to be right now. The paramedic bends down to look at Mylee, smiling at her.


  “I’m Michelle. I can see your leg’s injured, but are you feeling pain anywhere else?” she asks Mylee.

  “Not really pain other than aching everywhere from the fall, but I feel nauseous, and my stomach’s tight.”

  Michelle looks at me as if to assess if I’m in need of medical assistance.

  “Don’t even worry about me, just take care of Mylee for now. We need to take her to Northwestern Memorial. No exceptions,” I demand.

  Michelle raises her brow, looking at my club cut. “Okay. Let’s get you in the ambulance, okay?” She gestures to Mylee as my cell begins to ring.

  Michelle grabs Mylee from my lap and starts to walk with her toward the ambulance. She’s unsteady on her feet as she hobbles, but I take the moment to grab my cell. It’s Torque. I figure I better answer while Mylee’s getting in the back of the waiting ambulance. “Hey,” I murmur.

  He lets out a heavy sigh. “What the hell, man? You can’t send a text like that. What the fuck’s going on?”

  “We got tangled up in some fucking high-speed chase. Not us. We were the collateral damage. My bike’s toast… Mylee’s hurt. She’s getting in the back of an ambulance now. I gotta focus on Mylee. Can you send a crew to get my bike? I gotta go with her.”

  “Yeah, of course, brother. Shit! Are you both okay?”

  I run my good hand through my hair. “I don’t know, man. Mylee’s going to Northwestern. Can you call ahead, tell Kline we’re coming in. I don’t want anyone but Bex on Mylee.”

  “You got it! I’ll send Vibe and Chains to get your ride. Sensei and I will be at the hospital… Trax, you okay?”

  I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah, brother. Let me get back to my woman.”

  Torque mumbles, “See you at the hospital.”

  I end the call and walk over to the back of the ambulance where Mylee’s now on the gurney. Michelle looks down at me. I raise my brow in an unspoken question. She dips her head in understanding. “You’ll have to sit in the front with Havier. We’ll be leaving in a minute, so I suggest you get in.”