Hard Reality (Notus Motorcycle Club Book 5) by Debra Kayn

Author:Debra Kayn [Kayn, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: missing persons, older hero, MC alpha bikers, crime, organized crime, Motorcycle Club romance, small town romance, outlaw motorcycle club, ptsd, Revenge, serial killer, vigilante justice, Sagas, older man, biker romance, police, Murder
Publisher: Debra Kayn
Published: 2018-01-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

A lone car cruised in front of the townhouse. Rich stood in the living room, in the dark, and stared out into the night. No one would be after him tonight.

Cross was gone.

Buried six feet under in an undisclosed location only Notus could pinpoint, Cross's murder went as planned, raising no one's attention. They'd left the abandoned house exactly like it was found.

The only changes came from those in attendance. He closed his eyes. He'd let the others down tonight.

Cross was his responsibility, and he'd failed. His weakness gripped him tight, and he couldn't pull himself out in time to recover and do the job.

None of them said a word. They picked up where he'd failed, and saved his life. He gave them no excuses, no explanation, no bullshit because they never asked. They'd accepted him without question.

They'd never understand that there was a fine line he couldn't cross. Not with Wayne, Thad, Glen, and Chuck in his life.

He'd been there before.

He couldn't trust himself.

For all his good intentions, he walked into the situation planning to take responsibility for what he brought down on himself and Notus Motorcycle Club.

In the end, he couldn't take the chance. As soon as his vision had narrowed outside Cross's house, it had taken everything in him to remain in control.

The members of Notus Motorcycle Club rode with a purpose to find missing persons. He opened his eyes. They provided vigilante justice to those who harmed women and children without punishment. Sadness washed over him and regret hit him hard.

As much as he wished he could change history, go back to the time before Thalia was murdered, he couldn't.

He looked at his motorcycle parked at the edge of the driveway. His pulse accelerated. He could forget everything. Thalia. His past. Notus. Cross. Gracie.

All he had to do was walk upstairs into the bedroom where he'd placed his duffle bag and drown himself in the whiskey he'd lifted from Vavoom's Bar.

A door clicked open in the house. He half-turned and peered into the darkness. Gracie walked down the stairs without turning on the light, her hand trailed the wall feeling the way, and she turned the corner into the hallway. A few seconds later, the door to the garage opened.

His exhale filled the room. She didn't trust him to lock up the house.

Not wanting to scare her more, he stayed by the window. Now that he understood the reason for her habits, he'd make sure she felt free to double check her locks and have screws in every window. She fucking deserved to have a place where she felt safe.

The door closed at the other end of the townhouse. Gracie stepped around the wall and stopped. Rich let out the breath he hadn't realized he held. He'd tried to avoid her since disposing of Cross. She was too innocent, too vulnerable, too good to be around the likes of him.

Gracie walked toward the front door. There was no hesitation in her movements. She hadn't seen him.

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