Ride Steady (Chaos #3)(9)

“Good stuff for you out there, Carson,” she said, tipping her head very slightly toward his car, telling him he had her support. Telling him she agreed with what he was doing. Telling him she didn’t think he was weak. Pathetic. A loser. Lame. Telling him she thought something else entirely. “Good stuff. A good life. A beautiful life. You’ll get it. I know it. Because you deserve it.”

Not knowing what else to say, he muttered, “Thanks.”

“I’m picking up my mom, but after I drop her off at home, do you want… I mean, are you in a hurry?”

After asking that, she grinned at him.

His world ended.

Right there, his world was done. Because there was nothing that would be better than Carissa Teodoro standing a foot away with her hand warm on his, grinning up at him.

Nothing.

“We could go have a Blizzard before you go,” she finished.

“Gotta get where I’m goin’.”

It killed him, but that was his response.

This was because she was not his to have.

She was golden. Nothing beat her. She smiled through pain and made you believe it.

He’d just kicked his father in the face after beating the shit out of him because he was done getting his ass kicked for anything, much less something as stupid as an oil stain on the garage floor.

That was his life. That was him.

That meant he had no business having a Blizzard with Carissa Teodoro.

She didn’t need the darkness that gathered inside him, bigger and bigger every day. Darkness he had to fight back so it didn’t black him out.

She needed to stay golden.

And Carson Steele had no idea in that moment as the darkness swept through him that, in turning down that Blizzard, he’d made the biggest mistake of his life.

And he’d changed the course of hers in a way that he would have bled to have stopped it. Bled until he was dry so she could have better.

In that moment, in the parking garage outside Swedish, she was disappointed. She didn’t hide it.

But she did curl her fingers tighter on his and lean in.

She smelled like flowers.

“Okay, Carson,” she said softly. “Go after your beautiful life.”

He cleared his throat, pulled his hand from under hers, and muttered, “Will do.”

Her grin became a smile.

Then she proved him wrong.

His world hadn’t ended a minute earlier.

It ended then, when she leaned in, going up on her toes, lifting her hand to curl it on his shoulder as she reached high to touch her lips to his cheek.

He stood stock-still.

“Later,” she whispered into his ear, let him go, and turned. He watched, motionless, as she did that thing she did, skip-walking, her skirt bouncing side to side, her hair swinging, so full of energy and life even after losing her sister, even while losing her mother, she couldn’t just put one foot in front of the other like normal people.

He watched her until she disappeared into the stairwell.

Then he changed his plans.

He didn’t hightail it out of Denver.

He slept in his car. He went to school the next day, doing it late, walking through the empty halls, heading straight to Carissa Teodoro’s locker.

And finally, he popped her lock and put an envelope with her name on it right at the front, propped on her books.

After he did that, he left.

In it was one of his sketches of her. His favorite because she had her head thrown back and she was laughing.

On the back he’d written, “You’ll get a beautiful life too. Because you deserve it.”

He didn’t sign it.

* * *

When Carissa Teodoro opened her locker and saw the envelope, she knew exactly who it was from.

And it made her smile.

Because she believed down deep in her heart that the cute, mysterious, smart, sweet Carson Steele was right.

She was going to have a beautiful life.

Losing her sister. Enduring her parents’ mourning. Watching her mother fade away.

She’d earned it.

Didn’t matter if she did, she’d work for it.

And she was going to get it.

But she wouldn’t tell anyone, not a single soul, that she didn’t really want it with Aaron.

He was great and all, but when it happened, really happened, she wanted it with someone like Carson Steele.

Someone who had earned it too.

No, she wouldn’t tell anyone that.

Because she actually didn’t want it with someone like Carson Steele.

She just wanted it with Carson.

He’d sketched her.

Even with her mom so sick and him having run away (she knew and she worried for him but she was glad he was finally getting away), that made her happy.

Because that said a lot.

That said maybe one day he’d come back.

And then it would happen.

* * *

She was very, very wrong.

Chapter One

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Tack

Seven years later…

“IT HIM?” KANE “Tack” Allen, president of the Chaos Motorcycle Club, sitting at the head of the table, asked the men sitting around him.

The table was made of shining wood at the edges, the middle of it Plexiglas under which was an old Chaos flag, the first of its kind, stitched by Hammer’s old lady, a stripper who was good with a needle.