Free Always (Wesson Rebel M.C. Series) by Shyla Colt Page B

kicking in, making my head spin. I close my eyes and let the darkness creeping up to take me. The next few days are a blur of alcohol, arguments and reliving the moment I lost one of my best friends. In the silent darkness of my small room with no windows, I wish I’d joined him.
    The door slams against the wall and I groan. “Go away,” I croak. My mouth tastes like something died inside it and my head feels like it’s being squeezed in a vice. I can hear movement in my room, but moving is not an option. Ice cold liquid explodes over my head.
    “What the fuck.” I jump from bed, and stumble over my boots, ready to murder someone. I blink my eyes and the fuzziness fades, focusing on the pissed off woman in front of me.
    Cora stands in the middle of the room with her hand s on her hips. Her dark eyes narrow at me and her full lips purse. “You had your time to mourn. Now, you’re going to pull your shit together and move forward.”
    “What the fuck— ?”
    She holds up her hand while shaking her head. “We all lost Torch and we’ll spend the rest of our lives missing him. It doesn’t mean you stop living. Frankly, I’m shocked. It’s not like you.”
    “ Maybe it is. I had one job to do and I couldn’t get that shit right.”
    “Hey, this is not on you.” She furrows her brow.
    Cora has a way of seeing the things I don’t see. I call it her own personal window into my soul.
    “Now , I get it.” She walks forward and cups my face.
    I want to pull away, but I can’t when her eyes are boring into mine and she has that soft , loving look. I’m fucking melting on the inside. The fucking Belle to my beast, she soothes the monster that lives inside me.
    “You don’t get to take this onto yourself. This is our life. These are the risks taken. We all know it.”
    “I was the one he followed.”
    “And it could have just as easily been you. Is there so little to live for you’d drink yourself into oblivion?”
    I see the hurt in her eye and I flinch. When she hurts I bleed. “Fuck, I can’t stop hurting you, Cora. I don’t want you to be another item on the list of shit I wrecked. I couldn’t take that.”
    She places her hands over my mouth. “Save the speech for someone who gives a shit. We’re in this for always, right?”
    Her w ords squeeze my heart. I inhale her sweet scent and allow myself to soak in her goodness. A brief moment in heaven before I call off the one thing I cherish most. I won’t let my poison infect her and drag her down.
    “You’re stuck with me now , Wesson. You told me I was your soul. Then, doesn’t my will overpower your own? I know P pinned this on you, it’s what he does. Delegate the blame. You trust me, you always have. So, believe me when I say, shit happens. You claimed me for your own, Dallas Wesson. You gave me everything I spent my life dreaming for and more. Don’t you dare think for one second, you can take all that back.”
    My heart races. She’s fighting for me. My body trembles.
    “This is about more than just us now, biker. Time to get your shit together.”
    “What?” I say against her hands.
    She lowers them to her side. “I didn’t want to tell you like this. But you got what you wanted.”
    Excitement builds up, pushing the darkness away as hope peers up into the blue skies that live within her space. The world is a better place simply because she exists. I think I always knew that. “You telling me you got my baby growing inside you right now, Cora?”
    A wide grin spreads across her lips and she nods.
    The world rotates once more and suddenly, the only things that matter are here in front of me. I wrap my arms around her and press her body the length of mine. In that moment she saved me, gave me something else to live for. A new person to strive to please. I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in, focusing on the steady beat of her heart against my chest. Maybe my dad is right about me and the club… But if this is this is the only