Lucky Clover: A Paddy's Day Novella: RBMC Book 2.5 (Royal Bastards MC: Belfast, Northern Ireland 3) by Dani René

Author:Dani René [René, Dani]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dani René Books
Published: 2023-03-16T16:00:00+00:00

Clover, I’m feckin’ scared to want ye as much as I do. But that doesn’t stop me. I want ye anyway. 07883 592 811 - Sully

I grab my small notebook and scribble my response. Then racing out of my room, pulling the door shut behind me, I make my way down the steps, taking two at a time. When I reach the ground floor, I find them just leaving through the two large doors at the main entrance.

He turns to look at me, his eyes filled with hope, and I pray my note offers him that. We don’t speak as I reach for his hand, placing the small, torn piece of paper into the large palm that seems to be the only place besides his face that isn’t filled with ink.

I meet his gaze, offering a small smile, then a nod.

And as I watch him walk toward the bike sitting in the parking lot, I want to tell him to come back for me, but I know I can’t offer him what he so clearly wants. There’s something between us, which I feel. It’s something solid, as if I can reach out and touch it, touch him, but I’m still too afraid of what would happen if I let myself feel again.

As Sully swings his leg over the bike, I watch his head tip my way for a moment. Our eyes lock then. We’re in a stand-off, and there’s nothing more I can do. I can’t promise him I’ll go to him, and he can’t promise to wait for me.

The engines growl to life, and Sully’s friend, Monster, glances up. He’s rugged. Like a biker should be. His eyes meet mine in a small show of solidarity as if he’s thanking me for looking after his friend, but I did nothing of the sort. It was, in fact, Sully who looked after me. And even though I don’t know if it’s even his real name, I know who he is.

As they pull away, a small salute comes my way, and then I watch the dust kick up behind the wheels of the bikes as they pull out onto the road. Once more, I’m left to my sadness. The depression I fought for so long threatens to choke me when the rumble of engines is no longer within hearing distance.

I head back inside and up to my room. When I get there, I race to the window, but the storm of red sand has long since settled, and it’s all quiet again. As if he never existed, Sully is gone, and with him, my heart.

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