Firestorm (Sons of Templar MC #2)(81)

Gwen’s name came up.

“Hey,” I answered shakily, my voice husky.

“Amy! Thank the f*cking lord,” she yelled. “Yep, I’ve got her guys. Call off the search party,” I heard her say.

I laughed without humor. “Very funny, Gwennie.”

“I’m not kidding, babe, Brock was seriously about to put out an Amber alert for you. I’ve never seen his face get so red,” she murmured.

My stomach plummeted, then I got irritated. “He saw me walk out the door. It’s not like I was bundled into a van,” I said sharply.

Gwen sighed. “Yeah, you know how these guys can be. I’m surprised he didn’t insert an implant into your arm or something. I’m pretty sure Cade’s done that to me. Either that or he’s psychic. The bastard always turns up when I need him most,” she joked.

“Yeah, well, he probably imprinted on you or some shit,” I told her seriously. “The way he looks at you is inhuman sometimes.”

,Gwen giggled. “You okay babe?” she asked, her turning voice serious.

I hiccupped. “Yeah. You?”

She paused. “Not really, but at the same time I am.”

I nodded. Then I realized she couldn’t see my nod.

“Where are you?” she carried on as if she heard my nod.

“Lookout above town,” I answered quietly, looking at the lights of my home.

“Want some company?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll be there in ten,” she said.

Ten minutes later headlights pulled up beside me. I leapt out of my car the same moment Gwen did. She yanked me into her arms and we both stayed like that for a moment. I didn’t cry; I think I’d drained my tear ducts dry. I just let my best friend get some strength from me and I took some of hers.

We pulled back in silence and her hand grasped mine tightly. We both stood there for awhile, saying everything and nothing while staring at the lights below.

“Want to go and get shitfaced?” she asked.

“Do I ever,” I replied shakily.

“Good,” she declared. “Believe it or not, Keltan makes a kick ass margarita. He’s totally down for getting blotto.”

“Aren’t you not supposed to drink on account it making your boob milk curdle or some shit?” I asked her.

I was pretty sure she rolled her eyes but I couldn’t see in the dark.

I followed Gwen back to the house, dreading the reception I would get. I hated that Brock had made such a big deal over my leaving. I just needed a minute. Could I not get a minute to friggin’ process? Apparently not, considering he was leaning against his bike with his arms crossed as I pulled up.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I got out of the car.

“I’ll just, ah, chill our glasses,” Gwen said, pointing into the house and darting away.

I slowly walked over to Brock, who watched my approach but didn’t move. “Hey,” I greeted.

He was silent for a moment. “Hey?” he repeated in a low voice. “That’s what you start with after taking off for three f*cking hours? Hey?” he exploded, pushing off his bike.

“Well, how was I to know you’d get all dramatic and act like I took off for good?” I snapped at him.

“How was I to know you didn’t?” he yelled, pushing his hands through his hair. “Last time you took off you did it for a f*cking month, at the end of which I rescued you from a mass murderer. Then you almost bled to death right in front of me!” he bellowed.

“I wouldn’t do that again,” I told him quietly.

“Yeah, babe, really? How about if it wasn’t your choice? How about Devon decides to take advantage of your little drive and put a bullet in your skull? What the f*ck do you think I’d do then?”

“He didn’t!” I yelled at him.

“But he f*ckin’ could have!” he roared back.

There was silence for a moment.

“I just needed a minute,” I said softly.

He sighed and put his forehead to mine. I sank into his touch, needing it, craving it.

“You need a minute. You got it. Maybe I need a minute too,” he muttered.

My stomach sank.

“I’ll give you some time, babe. Let you get your head straight,” he said.

He gave me a firm close-mouthed kiss and then his body was gone. I blinked and stared at him as he got on his bike and rode off.





“Thanks for letting me stay, Amy,” Keltan said, enveloping me in his arms.

“The way you make margaritas you’re welcome anytime,” I told him once he had disengaged.

He smiled at me. “I get why he loved you so much. You’re perfect for him,” he said quietly.

I swallowed, unsure of what to say. Luckily he didn’t seem to expect me to say anything, because he moved to Gwen to say his goodbyes.

It had been two days since he had arrived and I hadn’t seen Brock. Gwen said that Cade had told her he was off on a “run”. I wasn’t exactly sure what a run was but I knew it took him out of town. I missed him like crazy and all I had wanted to do was call him. But I didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t called me either.

I was terrified that it meant he was done with me for good. Done with the royally f*cked up girl who had her parents and her dead first love to thank for her reluctance to jump into anything that threatened her heart.