Free Wayward Soul by Kim Young, K. Renee Page A

However, after one bite of my sandwich, I feel like I ’ m going to puke. All I can think about is that Gunner is probably out with some whore, getting his dick sucked. Ugh. Why am I doing this to myself?
    I throw my food away and make my way back to my room. Getting into bed, I pull the blankets up to my neck and try to shut my mind off. Tossing and turning for the next three hours is torture. No matter what I do, I can only think about the past year. Although we never went anywhere other than my place and places within walking distance, it was probably the best year of my life. He made me feel alive and cherished. Something no one has ever made me feel before. When we were alone, it was all about us and nothing, except club business, could break it up. Even though he would still get messages and calls from slutty bitches, I knew he wasn ’ t going to them. We were always committed to each other.
    For the last year, Gunner and I spent almost every night together, unless he was on a run, so being alone in my bed is depressing. That must be why I can ’ t fall asleep. His warmth made me feel safe, and I miss his scent. God, I ’ m pathetic. How did we get here?
    After another hour staring at the wall, my phone beeps with a message. When I look at the screen, I feel like I got punched in my stomach.
    Sexy Biker: Found this on my phone and can ’ t bring myself to delete it. You mean more to me than any other woman. Remember that, beauty.
    My eyes start to water again as I stare at a picture of Gunner and I in my bed. I took it three months ago when we were having a very lazy and sex-induced Sunday. In the picture, you can see Gunner ’ s naked chest, my head lying on it. We are both smiling and happy.
    I want to rewind time and go back to that moment, staying in it forever.
    I don ’ t even respond to him, and end up crying myself to sleep.

Chapter Sixteen

    Looking at my phone, I come across some pictures Casey took. I feel the knife dig deeper in my chest when I see her beautiful face. That was one of the best days of my life, and I can ’ t believe I ’ ve lost more days like that.
    When I got back to the house last night, the cops were waiting for me to arrive. I got questioned for six hours and released because I didn ’ t actually shoot at anyone. The detective has been wanting to put one of us away for a while, but he hasn ’ t been able to get us on anything. He tries to make up shit, but it just gets dismissed by a judge every time.
    My car is fucking toast. Now I have to replace everything those motherfuckers broke.
    I hear Johnny calling me and I look up, holding up a finger to tell him to wait a second. I shoot a text to Casey, attaching the picture I was looking at. I turn my phone off and make my way to Johnny and some of the other guys. I hear them talking about what we are going to do to retaliate against the Black Hills MC. I want to fucking blow up their compound, but Johnny and Prez want us to be smart and not act rashly. However, they weren ’ t the fuckers getting shot at, so they don ’ t feel the need to kill every last one of them. Hell, I even lost my girl because of those bastards.
    Making our way to the bikes, I get a bad feeling. Stopping, I make my way over to Johnny and ask if he can put a prospect on Casey. Even if we aren ’ t together, I don ’ t want her to be unprotected.
    Johnny makes sure it ’ s handled and we get on our bikes.

    We make the hour drive to the Black Hills MC clubhouse and park about three miles out. Parking our bikes in the trees, we wait. Ten minutes later, Prez calls with word that they are on their way. We set up a line of fifteen men armed with Mac 10 ’ s and AR 15 ’ s.
    As soon as we hear their bikes coming, we get into position and aim the guns through the trees, pointing right at where they are about to pass through.
    I see the first bikes coming up and I give the signal, my brothers firing. I watch the first three riders fall to the ground,