Grave (Royal Devils MC #1) - Erin Trejo Page 0,7

watches me for a long second, looking for something I’m not sure of before she takes it.

“Will these make me sleep?” she asks, grabbing the pills from my hand.

“These are pain meds, so yeah you’ll probably get tired.” I watch her toss the pills into her mouth before bringing the bottle to her lips. Damn those are nice lips. Shaking my head, I step back and run my hand through my hair.

“Will you lie with me? I don’t want to be alone,” she says softly. I know I shouldn’t. I know I should walk away now and not look back but what the fuck? I did this. I started this lie and I can’t just leave her to fend for herself now.

“Yeah.” No. You should have said no, you dumb fuck. I move back to my side and climb in pulling the blanket over her body. When I lay back on my back, she scoots closer and nuzzles into my side.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispers.

“It’s what a husband does.” Or an idiot. Yeah, let’s go with that one.

Chapter Six

“How is shit goin’?” Mystic asks.

“Fuck, Mystic. I don’t know. I’m no closer to learnin’ why this shit is even happenin’ and now I got a fake wife too,” I admit while he laughs into the other end of the phone. Asshole. This would amuse him.

“That is your own fuck up. As far as the club shit, I got nothin’, brother. I agree this shit is wrong on all levels, but I can’t pinpoint anything. It’s startin’ to piss me off for you, Grave.” His laughter is needed. I haven’t laughed or even thought about it since I’ve been here. I’m sick of this shit. I’m tired of not knowing and I want to get my hands dirty.

“James!” I hear Amy yell from inside the hotel room, but I ignore her, figuring she probably saw another roach.

“James? Who the fuck is James?”

“I am, asshole. At least for now I am.”

“James, huh? Couldn’t come up with somethin’ better than that?” Mystic laughs.

“James!” she screams again but I just shake my head.

“I need somethin’, Mystic. I can’t sit around here forever.”

“I know, brother. I’m doin’ what I can. If I get anything else, I’ll call you back.” The line goes dead just as the hotel door flies open. Amy comes running out, a smile on her face that I haven’t seen in a month. A month. A month of me lying to this girl. A month of me trying to help her yet keep myself separated at the same time. I’ve watched her change, become stronger in that month.

“What? What happened?”

“Silla. That name keeps coming back to me. I think it’s maybe my middle name? I don’t know. Did I ever tell you my middle name?” She practically beams with happiness as I fill with dread. I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell her the truth, right?

“We need to talk about somethin’,” I tell her as she stares up at me.

“What?”

“Fuck. Let’s go inside. You might need to sit down for this.” I usher her back inside and over to the bed. She sits on the edge and waits as I pace trying to figure out the best way to say this to her. How do you tell a person that you lied to them for the last month? That you made shit up about their life? That you really truly don’t know who the fuck they are? I clear my throat, grab a cigarette off the dresser and light it up.

“Okay. So your name isn’t Amy.”

“What? What is my name then?” she asks, but she doesn’t look as shocked as she should. Maybe it’s the hit to the head?

“I honestly don’t know. We never met before that night. I mean… fuck!” I growl before I inhale the nicotine into my lungs.

“Just say it, James.”

“The night you were attacked? That’s the first time I met you. Never knew you before then.” In seconds, Amy is off the bed, my knife in her hand. She lunges at me, trying to get the tip of the knife as close to me as she possibly can but I move to block her. That doesn’t stop her from trying again. She moves, spins around and comes back at me. What the fuck is happening here? The girl was half out of it five minutes ago and now she’s trying to attack me?

“What the fuck?” I roar as I grab