Until Amy - Jessica Ames Page 0,23
don’t want her to feel alone.
As I head out to my car, I pull out my phone and see a message from Shane.
SHANE: How was your day?
I quickly message back.
ME: Good. Yours?
SHANE: Yeah, it was okay. Would have been better if you were here.
I grin at his words as I climb into my car and lock the door. I don’t move to pull my seatbelt on as I message him back.
ME: Mine too.
SHANE: There’s a party at the club over the weekend. Come?
I pause and stare at his text. A club party? That really is going into the lion’s den. I hover my fingers over the keys, not sure what to write back.
SHANE: If it’s too soon…
I love him for giving me an out, but I want to spend time with him, wherever that might be. I’m sure I can handle the Sons for one night, right?
ME: I’ll be there.
12
Whizz
I’m pretty sure I’ve been walking around with a dumb as fuck grin on my face since I first met Amy. She calms the voices in my head, quietens down the anxiety and fear that lives deep in my gut—a fear I carried with me from my time overseas. I loved being in the army, but it didn’t come without its share of nightmares.
I’d seen shit no one should ever have to see. Fatal injuries, limbs blown to fucking pieces, and blood—sometimes, I can feel it on my skin, coating my hands even when they’re clean. Just a little take away from serving Her Majesty. Fuck, I’d seen and done it all. I’d shoved my hand inside bodies, pinching arteries to stop brothers from bleeding out. I’d lost my share of soldiers too, despite my efforts. That shit haunted me sometimes, though I’d learnt to live with it on some level. I had to, or I’d lose my fucking mind.
But with Amy, it’s like that shit disappears into background noise. I can’t forget what I’ve seen, but it fades behind my lids the more she’s around and that shit is addictive. I need her in my life. I need her to still my spinning world.
I’m lying on my bed in the clubhouse when my phone rings. Rav’s name pops up on the screen. It’s been a little while since I last heard from my president. He’s head of the London chapter and head of all chapters of the Sons globally. He’s also a hell of a leader and a good bloke, when he’s not snarling and losing his shit, which happens regularly with the bunch of fuckers he leads in London.
I ignore the wave of homesickness as I sit up and swipe a finger across the handset.
“Thought you’d forgotten about me,” I joke.
“Ain’t no one forgetting your ugly fucking mug.” Rav must be in a good mood to take the piss like this.
“You get the present we sent?” I ask, wondering if the guns me and Havoc sent out have reached him.
“Yeah, thanks for that. It’ll go down well with our friends.”
Our Manchester chapter will be happy for them. They’re on the brink of war with gangs in their area. I wish I was there to help out, but I know Rav will make sure everyone stays safe. He’s not going to let any of our brothers die on his watch.
“You learned anything?”
I sigh. “I’m pretty sure we know who crashed the party.” I try to keep my answers vague, just in case any fucker is listening in.
“They being dealt with?”
“Omen wants to know for sure first.”
“Figure that shit out and get home.”
Home. Fuck. I’d always thought of London as home, but since I met Amy, I’m reevaluating that. She makes me want things I never considered before and part of me is considering if it would really be that bad to stay in Tennessee permanently. Could I leave my brothers behind in London? I don’t know, but the thought of leaving Amy behind leaves a heavy ball settling in my gut.
“Yeah.”
I want to ask how shit is back home, but part of me doesn’t want to know. Knowing and being thousands of miles from there is torture, especially since I can’t help.
“Keep me updated,” Rav says, then hangs up.
As I pull my phone from my ear a text message comes through from Amy.
AMY: Hey, how was your day?
ME: Better now. Yours?
AMY: I had a hellish afternoon with a seven-year-old projectile vomiting. Looking forward to the party.
I’m looking forward to seeing her, but I’m not sure what the fuck she’ll make