Broken promises all around
It’s how you handle them from here on out
In whether another can be made.
~ E.C. Land
Prologue
Axel
Age 20
“Come on, Faith,” I mutter, wanting to get a move on it. I swear the woman is always running behind and would lose her head if it wasn’t attached to her body. If I didn’t love her so damn much, I would have strangled her more than once by now.
“I’m coming, Alex. I just had to double check we had everything,” Faith calls out from the top of the stairs, using my name rather than my road name. As long as I’ve been with her, the only time she ever uses Axel is when we’re around my brothers.
“Well, hurry the fuck up,” I growl, glaring at the stairs as I hear her stomping down them.
Finally.
“What’s crawled up your butt and died?” Faith huffs, crossing her arms across her chest, drawing my attention there as she stops on the last step.
Fuck me.
At nineteen my woman is all attitude with the looks to go with it. Thin long legs to die for with an ample amount of tits on top. Those babies are part of the reason I married her the moment she turned eighteen.
Being a year younger than me I had to wait, although I knew she was it for me. Knew it the first day I met her when her parents moved in next door to my dad’s house. Faith got out of the car, glanced in my direction, and smiled with the most radiant smile I’d ever seen. I’ll never forget what she did after that. Not scared or even shy she came straight to where my dad and I were working on my motorcycle and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Faith, your new neighbor.”
I’d been a goner from that day on. Since, at the time, I had still been in school, I gave Faith a ride every day and brought her home before heading to work at the Inferno’s Clutch MC garage. Now she’s mine completely and I’m a member of the Inferno’s Clutch MC same as my dad.
“Ma fée, I suggest you quit while you’re ahead with your attitude,” I grumble, as much as I love my woman, she can irritate me beyond belief with constantly being late. I should have learned long before now if I needed to be somewhere on time to tell her to be ready two hours ahead of schedule.
Way I see it, you’re late if you’re on time and on time when you’re early. It’s what my mom ingrained in me before she passed away due to breast cancer.
“Alex, I don’t have an attitude. What I have is a problem with you constantly yelling while I’m in the process of getting ready,” Faith snaps.
“Faith, ma fée, love you but we’re running late and I’m not about to miss this shit,” I inform her, because I didn’t want to miss this. It was family night at the clubhouse, and it was also my woman’s birthday so what she doesn’t know is, it’s a surprise party for her, Ela had put it together for her at my request.
“I get it and was nearly ready. Why don’t you go on ahead of me and I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” she offers.
Groaning, I didn’t want to do that.
“Babe, just hurry up and finish getting ready,” I mutter, lifting my hand to swipe it over my face.
“Okay, honey. I’ll make it quick,” she murmurs, with a smile.
Fuckin’ hell. I love this woman even though she drives me insane.
“Alright,” I grumble. Turning on my heel, I step outside and shoot a text off to my brothers to let them know we’re running late.
Closing my phone, I lean against the banister of our home, a home I grew up in and would one day raise our kids in.
I was in my head thinking about the day Faith and I had our first kid when I heard the squeal of tires come to a halt in front of my house.
Fuck.
The rat-a-tat-tat of the semi-automatic weapon resounds through the early night as they shoot in my direction. Body jerking as I fall to the ground. Pain radiating throughout my body.
“This is our territory motherfucker; you and those Inferno pussies need to get the fuck out. This is your final warning,” one of the men in the car shouts before they take off.
Motherfuckin’ Grave Runners. They’d become erratic over the past several months trying to wage a war to get us to give up our territory. Like that shit was going to happen.
“Alex,” Faith screams my name as the door flies open and she drops to her knees next to me. “Oh God, honey, hang on, help is on the way,” she cries putting the phone to her ear. “Yes, I need an ambulance at . . .” I stop listening to her as my head gets fuzzy and everything grows dark.
This isn’t how I wanted the night to go or the course of my life to change.
Faith
“Please tell me why you’re doing this?” I cry.
It’s been two weeks since Alex was shot and now he’s tellin’ me he wants me gone. He was done. I was so scared I’d lost him that night when he’d closed his eyes and I couldn’t get him to reopen them. God, why couldn’t I just be ready when he asked. If it wasn’t for me making us late, he wouldn’t have been hurt.
“Because I fuckin’ am, Faith. Now pack your shit and get the hell out of here. I’m done. When I get home your ass better not be there,” Alex states harshly, from where he laid in the hospital bed. He was supposed to be coming home today. Home to me.
Why is he doing this?
I thought he loved me.
“Alex, please, I don’t understand . . .”
“Nothing to understand but the fact, I’m done. Don’t love you and I want out,” he snarls interrupting me.
Oh
