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Chapter Twenty-Six
Lucas’s funeraltakes place on Thursday, as Clara suggested it would. I’m just getting ready at home when the front doorbell goes. I hear Mum moving towards it and opening it, but I continue to get ready in my bedroom. I’m wearing a black dress with thick black tights and knee-high boots with a small heel. I wrap a pale blue scarf around my neck as Mum shouts for me to come downstairs.
I head down and step into the living room. Sitting on the sofa is Dane. My heart leaps in my chest and I can’t stop myself from rushing to his side. I throw my arms around him as his envelop me. He kisses my head and then finds my mouth.
I should care that my mother is sitting right there, but my only focus is on the man in front of me. I take his mouth, taking everything he’s offering me, everything he’s freely giving. I’ve missed him so much, and I want this moment to never end.
When he pulls back, he’s breathless.
“That was a hell of a welcome, baby.”
“I missed you,”I sign.
He follows my slow-moving hands and nods.
“I missed you too.”
“What are you doing here?” Mum translates this.
“I couldn’t let you go to the funeral alone.”
My heart soars. He came for me.
I kiss his mouth again, tasting him, wishing we did not have an audience right now.
“Well, if you want to make it, we need to leave soon,” Mum says.
I force myself to release my hold on Dane and grab my bag from upstairs. Mum and I go in her car, but Dane rides. It’s a way of showing respect for a fallen brother.
And as we get closer to town, we catch up with the funeral procession. There are hundreds of bikes, the roar almost deafening. It’s not just Saxons, but also Devils, Untamed Sons, the Vipers and the Hell’s Rangers. It’s an impressive show for Lucas, a man who died trying to protect us.
My tears come thick and fast as we drive to the cemetery, but I draw strength from watching Dane in the procession of motorcycles riding ahead of us.
The rumbling of the bike engines is loud and it makes me feel proud to be a part of this Club, of this lifestyle.
The ceremony for Lucas is beautiful and it hits me in the gut that he’ll never get his kutte now, he’ll never patch in. His life is over and that’s a sobering thought.
Afterwards, all the Club and out of towners head back to the clubhouse for the wake, which was arranged by the girls. I was banned from helping because I’m still healing.
The booze flows freely and while the atmosphere is sad, there’s a hint of celebration too.
Dane finds me sitting with the girls and offers his hand, which I take. He pulls me into the corridor and before I can contemplate what is going to happen, he’s kissing me.
I sink into the kiss, my arms going around his neck, ignoring the slight tug on my stitches.
“How are you doing?” he asks, a little breathless.
I nod, indicating I’m okay.
“I want you to come back to Manchester with me once the dust settles.”
I mouth at him, “I want that too.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. I bought us a flat in town. It’s a stone’s throw from the clubhouse.”
My pussy throbs at his words.
“How about it, Mackenzie, move in with me?”
