Mike (Devil's Tears MC Book 2) by Daniela Jackson

Author:Daniela Jackson [Jackson, Daniela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Daniela Jackson
Published: 2017-12-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Mike

I wake up and silence whips me. Then my headache attempts to kill me—it’s like a warm iron is pressed against my forehead, and my temples pulsate.

“Daisy,” I growl, my throat dry like a desert. “Daisy, where the fuck are you?” I sit up and lean against the cupboard. “Daisy.”

An eerie, cold silence answers me.

“Daisy, baby, where are you?”

There’s even more of this cold silence. Uneasiness sits on my chest.

Fuck. I hope she’s alright. I have no brain. I brought her here, threw her into the caravan and left her in this hostile environment on her own.

The smell of spring settles in my nostrils—freshness, grass, flowers. Cleanliness shines around me. My wifey must have been busy cleaning the mess I left.

A sense of guilt wafts through me.

“Daisy,” I rasp and cough.

Nothingness answers me.

I rise to my feet as the uneasiness presses against my chest harder with every second that passes and something strangles my throat. I check every room in the caravan, but she’s not here. I walk out and see her emerge from behind a pine tree.

“Where have you been?” I growl.

“None of your business.”

I grip her arm and she winces in disgust.

“Mike, no offence, but you stink. Have a shower.” Daisy pinches her nose.

I know this gesture so well. She did it when she was a kid and I had never-ending hangovers. Nostalgia and sadness squeeze my heart then pain and warmth mix in my chest.

I’ve experienced only love from her—a child’s love, a teen’s love, a woman’s love.

I could learn love from her. I love her, but I lack skills to show her my love for her. It’s fucking difficult. I have love inside me, but I can’t use it, share it.

“Daisy, I’m sorry. I’m behaving like a Neanderthal.”

“Have a shower, Mike. And eat something.” Her voice is as cold as a glacier.

It’s fucking scary. I feel like I’m losing my heart.

I obey her. Maybe if I behave myself, she’ll decide to be my little rat back again.

I have a shower, shave my face, and eat the food she’s cooked for me.

We sit in the living room, and I pull her onto my lap. “Are we good, Daisy?”

“No.”

I kiss her cheek. “Why the fuck not?”

She turns her face to me and I see the fallen angel seeking revenge. “You brought Dimitri’s maid here. You were supposed to off her, Mike.”

Ice fills my veins. “How did you know about this?”

“I’m Alekseev Bratva, remember? My grandpas taught me to know things. My childhood wasn’t normal, remember? I had to learn to be observant so as to stay alive. I had to learn to hear whispers. I had to learn to draw conclusions.”

“This is club business, Daisy. You shouldn’t have poked your nose into club business.”

“I am who I am. I know what I know. You can’t blame me for being the product of our club’s strategy for survival.” She pulls away from me and moves back, stopping in the doorway. “I’m going to Star’s place for a sleepover. There’s food in the fridge.

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