Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 105
We reversed our steps going out and once again everything went smoothly. Maybe a higher power was on our side. Our plans were to burn everything we wore, shoes, rain gear and all. So we'd set extra clothes outside the Clubhouse to change into once we got back. I knew this was probably unnecessary, but it was still going to be done.
Ava was silent and probably in shock. It had to be hitting her hard that after seven years the bastard finally got what he deserved. Was it enough? Fuck, no. I could have made it so much worse, but she didn't need to see something like that. What she'd seen was bad enough.
Watching someone die wasn't an easy thing to do. I'm sure she might end up with some nightmares, but I'd be there for her. I'd help her through them. I knew better than anyone that this would let her finally let Brian and Mason rest in peace, then she could find some peace of her own.
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Chapter 22
Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.
~Barbara De Angelis~
Mad Dog
August 30th, 1998
As I got out of bed, I glanced at Ava to see her sleeping peacefully. Quietly, I made my way to the closet, grabbed a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and my boots. Next, I opened a dresser drawer, pulled out a pair of boxers and socks then hesitated as I looked at the box sitting there, nodding to myself, I grabbed the box as well. Then I made my way into the bathroom.
After finishing my morning rituals and getting dressed, I took the ring out of the box, tied the little ribbon that came with it onto the ring then I put it into my front pocket before I walked quietly back into the room. I thought briefly about waking Ava, but I just didn't have the heart to do it. She needed all the rest she could get.
All was silent as I made my way to the kitchen. After the late night, then the guys partying, I knew it would be a long while until anyone was up. Fuck, I'd still like to be in bed, but usually by six o'clock every morning, I was bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Going to the coffee pot, I found that all I had to do was hit start and it was ready to go. Thank the Lord for Clair. She had made things run so much more smoothly in the kitchen area since she came to us. One of the best decisions we have made in a long time was letting her be a club girl.
Part of me was a little surprised that someone hadn't tried to claim her, because she was the whole fucking enchilada. My hope was that she would remain here a long time, whether she was eventually claimed or not. I strongly felt this club needed her, not just for her cooking skills, but for the wisdom and advice she imparted. She had become a mentor to the younger girls, and I believed she is the reason why the girls hadn't had that much drama.
I made my way to the pantry, went to grab my usual muffins and Danish, then paused. I rubbed my hand down my chest and felt the cut of my abs that were starting to ripple down my abdomen. Working out had really started paying off. I liked how I was looking now, and Ava fucking loved it. I'd noticed lately that she would lick her lips when I took off my shirt, and fuck if that didn't make my dick hard as a rock.
Watching her tongue stroke back and forth over her lips would set my mind to thinking about them wrapped around my cock and sucking me deep into her mouth. And. Fuck. Just like that and my dick was hard enough to drive a sixteen-penny nail through concrete. Why the fuck I kept torturing myself this way I hadn't a clue. It was all Ava's damn fault. I only had to think her name and the fucker down south would start getting all happy, and as he got happy my thoughts would then start careening off into the world where all I could think about was my cock being in some part of Ava's body.
I grimaced and adjusted myself, realized I was in the pantry, and grabbed a couple bananas and a couple muffins. I figured since they were blueberry, surely they would be good for me, then made my way to the coffee pot where, thankfully, it was through dripping. I poured myself a cup and carried my loot to a table and sat down. As I was peeling a banana, Viper walked through the door. He sighed deeply when he saw there wasn't any breakfast ready, then he mimicked my steps even down to what he was eating. After pouring his coffee, he came and sat with me.
“How's Ava doing?”
“She slept good last night and was still hard at it this morning.”
He nodded. “Know you already know this, but just watch for nightmares. Jennie is still having them. She says it's not so much as seeing the shootings as it is the boys being beaten that keeps haunting her. But I've seen her jump a few times when there's a loud bang. She scared the fuck out of me one of those times.
“Cale saw a copperhead in the backyard close to the apple trees a few days ago. The kid goes get his pistol and shoots