Free Biker Bait: The Lost Souls MC Series by Ellie R Hunter

quietly.
    “What?”
    His brows knitted together and he frowned, throwing one quick look at Cas, he looked back to me and took a deep breath.
    “Micky was found dead yesterday, tortured and left by the state lin e.”
    No, he couldn’t be dead, to me he is…was invincible. One of the original members . Before he lost his wife Flo to cancer, he like Oak had a big part in my life, he was the one who worked on his bike and didn’t mind answering questions I had, and believe me I had many questions and he answered them all. Before he went nomad, he taught me to aim and shoot a gun, he said I couldn’t always rely on someone else to defend me and I had to learn for myself.
    The tears didn’t come at first, I suppose it was the shock? When Sparky didn’t say anything, didn’t tell me he was joking, that’s when I began gasping for breath. The tears quickly followed and I was crushed into his arms, he did his best to soothe me and I let him. He had done some bad things in his life that I had heard of but he didn’t deserve this. I cried harder, unable to control the pain invading me.
    “All I’ve been doing is moaning about being here, while he was out there somewhere being…” I sobbed.
    “Shhh.” he cooed.
    “I have to call Aunt Kitty, she’s going to need all the help she can get w ith the funeral.” I said, feeling a tad better with something to focus on.
    A bike r funeral is nothing to underestimate, members from all over will attend and they eat more than a population of a small country.
    “No you don’t, he may not be havin’ a funeral.” he spoke softly, almost reluctantly. 
    “The hell he is!” I shouted, “What the fuck is wrong with you, he is…was your brother!”
    I roughly wiped my eyes dry with my paint encrusted sleeve and glared at him.
    “He may have turned rat Barbs’, you know how that end s.”
    Oh I know how it ends, he will end up in an unmarked grave somewhere with no respect to his body or his soul.
    No! I would not believe this.
    “He would never go against the club and fuck you for thinking it is tru e.” I cried out, banging my fists on his chest.
    “I don’t wanna believe it any-more than you but it ain’t lookin’ good.”
    “I don’t believe it and I never wil l.” I whispered.
    Still in his Sparky’s arms, I looked to Cas, his expression told me nothing of what he thought regarding Micky. When I saw pity for me cross his face I closed my eyes to him.
    “What’s going on Sparks? This is all getting out of control.”
    “I know, we ’re gonna figure this shit out and then we’ll fuckin’ cry, okay?”
    I nodded in agreement and pulled away from him, wiping my eyes once again.
    His phone began ringing and he stood up to answer it. He was on the phone for no longer than thirty seconds, he hugged me one more time, his promises muffled as he kissed the top of my head.
    He said good bye quickly to Cas and left alone. It brought it home, he could end up like Micky, walking out now and never return, I definitely couldn’t deal with that.
    Tears burned my eyes again and I held onto the kitchen cabinet for support, Cas was immediately at my side, taking hold of me, I could easily let him support me the same as Sparky did but I’m not interested in his on and off attention.
    I pushed out of his grip and went back to retrieve the paint brush, I continued painting hoping he would take the hint and leave.
    No such luck, he came and sat up against the back door, a mere few feet away from me, the quick glance I gave him told me it was useless to argue, he wasn’t going anywhere.
    I don’t know how long we sat there but I know I had painted the same section of wall three times.
    “My Aunt was sick once when I had a spelling bee, when Micky heard she wouldn’t be able to go, he was the first one to turn up and sit centre row. His cheers when I got a spelling correct boomed throughout the schoo l.” I laughed half-heartedly, remembering the good times.
    “Did you