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Killer's Obsession (Phantom Bastards MC #5)(15)
Author: Erin Osborne

“Are they okay?” Sam questions when I still haven’t said a word to her.

“They’re more than okay. I love them. I can’t thank you enough,” I gush, pulling her in for a hug. “Now what happens?”

“Well, you can search through the men who are close to us. Or you can sit back and see if any of them look at your profile or message you. You’ll receive notifications if you get a message or if someone clicks the like you button,” she informs me.

Nodding my head, I close the laptop for now. Sam looks down at her phone before letting me know Playboy is here to pick her up. I walk her out to the door and she lets me know she’ll call in a little while to check on me. She wants to know if anyone messages or likes me.

After checking on my sister, I decide to turn in for the night. I have counselling in the morning and want to be rested for it. I’m sure we’ll be discussing Killer and I have to be well rested if he’s going to be the topic of conversation. Counselling usually takes a lot out of me, but when he’s on the agenda, my exhaustion always seems to be worse for some reason.

 

 

Chapter Eight

 


Killer

GWEN HAS BEEN gone since I carried her out of the Naughty Peach. I know she’s with Kim and Fox, but that’s all I know. Well, other than the fact Sam has been over to hang out with her and did a makeover. Yeah, I got pictures from that day. Sam made sure to send me every picture she took of my woman. Gwen looks amazing on a regular day. In those pictures, I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.

It’s not because she has make-up on. Or clothes that show more skin than usual. It’s because there’s a sense of freedom and confidence I haven’t seen from her before. Even on the small screen of my phone I can feel the emotions radiating off of her. She’s nervous, but ready to embrace the change. Confident, yet wanting to climb back in her shell. Ready to take on the world, but not ready to leave the cage she’s built around herself with the ol’ ladies and members of the club. There really is no way to explain what I see in the pictures or what I feel when I see them.

I miss Gwen like crazy. She needs to come home. However, I also know it’s important for her not to feel as if I’m forcing her hand and making her come back to my house. Our home. Fox has told me she’s asked him about getting the rest of her things and he’s held her off for now. He warned me I need to get my head out of my ass and claim her once and for all. I’m planning on doing just that. I just can’t do that when she’s not here for me to talk to.

Today, I’m making it known what I truly want. While I want Gwen to be the first one to see the new ink I’m getting marked in my skin, I know the artist will be. I’m not even going to Phantom Ink to get it done. A friend of mine, Avery, has amazing skills and he’s coming to my house to do the ink. It’s not the first one he’ll have done on my skin, but it will more than likely be the last one.

He’s been here for a while now and is almost done.

“You need a break?” he asks me.

“Nope. Haven’t taken one yet and I’m not gonna take one now. It doesn’t look as if you have much left for me,” I let him know, remaining still as I lean over the back of my chair.

“Just a little shading and that’s it,” he lets me know, bending his head and going back to work.

This tattoo is on my side. I wanted it on my chest, but to get the full effect of it, Avery thought my side would be better. It hurts like a bitch since it goes over my ribs. I’m not going to bitch about it. Gwen has felt more pain in her life than I’m feeling getting this tattoo done. It’s the only thing I think I can do, even though it will never be enough to show her how I truly feel.

Within another hour or so, Avery is setting his tattoo gun on the table next to where my arm rests. Gathering the spray to clean me up, he sprays me down and then uses the paper towel to wipe the excess ink and any blood from my body. Once he’s satisfied with the results, he holds me up a mirror so I can see the work he’s done. I’m stunned speechless. The image came out better than I imagined it would.

“You got exactly what I wanted,” I tell him as he begins to smear it with the ointment before wrapping me up.

“Glad you like it,” he states, sitting down next to me as I pull my wallet from the back of my jeans.

Handing over the wad of cash we agreed on, I put my wallet back and slide my shirt over my head. With it back in place, I get up to grab a few bottles of water so we can have something to drink. I’ve been sitting for hours with nothing and I’m ready for a drink. I know I can’t have alcohol so, for right now, water will work.

Avery begins to clean up his things after thanking me for the water. He remains quiet as usual. He’s not much of a talker; never has been and never will be. Even when we tried to get him to Prospect for the club, he barely said more than a few words. Other than to turn us down. Avery is a nomad at heart and doesn’t want to be tied down. Money means nothing to him other than covering his bills and allowing him to eat. Being a part of a club means even less. He’d rather be alone and free to wander as he pleases than to have to remain in one spot for more than a few weeks at most. Honestly, I’m lucky he was in town when I called to get the ink done.

“Where you headin’ now?” I ask him once his stuff is packed up and he’s ready to head out.

“I don’t know. A few people have been askin’ me to come to them about doin’ some work. I may head out West or I may only go a few towns over. I never know until I get there. You know that,” he responds, picking his box up before heading to the front door.

“Let me know when you land somewhere. You know I worry about you cruisin’ the roads alone,” I demand.

Avery is honestly like a brother to me. We met when we were young and in juvie together. Neither one of us had a good family life. Instead of him getting out when he was supposed to, some guys picked a fight with him and Avery only left juvie to head to prison. He spent a few years there before getting out. From what I’ve gathered, he hasn’t been in trouble another day in his life.

I got out when I was supposed to. The second I did, instead of heading home to my family, I went into the military. That’s where I met a few of the guys in the club. I spent several years out on missions and honing my skills. When I finally had enough of the life, I retired and joined up with the Phantom Bastards. It’s the best two decisions of my life. If I hadn’t joined up, I’m not sure where I’d be now. Probably in prison or buried six feet under somewhere. Who knows for sure?

Standing in the doorway, I watch as Avery loads his case in the trunk of his Charger before tossing me a two-finger salute and getting in his car. I don’t move until his taillights disappear from sight. Now, it’s my turn to leave. I’m going to lay eyes on Gwen for the first time in days. We’re going to sit down and have the conversation we should’ve had a long time ago. That’s on me, not her. Gwen has no clue what I feel for her and where I see us going. Just like I have no clue what she truly wants.

Before I can make a move to grab my cut before making sure I have my keys, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see it’s Fox calling me. He rarely ever calls me unless it’s something for the club. I groan out loud at the thought of having to put off seeing Gwen even longer because of club business. However, this is what I signed up for when I joined. Even more so when I became the Enforcer of the club.

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