Page 44 of Marked By Myth

The right choice.

How could it be so simple? Myth looked like he was ready to snap Beck’s wrist, and I had no idea what to do. A life with Beck seemed so easy, I could just leave. He’d be pissed, sure, especially when he saw my stomach, but he’d get over it and I could go back to the safe life I had over there.

But I missed Myth. I missed his intensity, how he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.

I could see myself being back here, being his again, and that’s what was so scary. I didn’t hate him for tattooing me while I was passed out, in fact, I loved how it made me feel.

Wanted.

“You know what,” Beck said, shaking his head. “I’ll be at the Sheraton until tomorrow morning. You either come home with me, or I’ll have no choice but to tell everyone over there what you’ve become.”

“Please, Beck,” I tried. “I need to talk with Adrian. I need to think about things.”

“Like what?”

“Please…trust me in this.”

He shook his head and called me something colourful under his breath before he was followed out of the clubhouse. The air in here was still stifling, full of testosterone. I had no doubt that if he’d tried anything, the boys would have held him down while Myth destroyed his body.

Turning, I looked over at Myth. He wasn’t smug, he wasn’t anything. His eyes were on mine, searching, wanting to know what I was thinking.

This same man who had destroyed me once upon a time may just be my salvation, but I had to do it. I needed to resolve the past before I could look to the future.

“What is it, kitten?” he asked. “I can see the wheels turning in that beautiful brain of yours.”

“Why don’t you tell me what happened to Stacey.”

The air in the room froze. No one spoke. No one looked at me, and Myth looked like he wanted to burn the clubhouse to the ground around him.

“Do you trust me?” he asked once he closed the distance between us.

“You know I do.”

“I need to show you something.”

“Adrian–”

“Trust me, Rox.”

He held his hand out to me. I just needed to take it. To show him I did, in fact, trust him. It was a simple act, and although the very question of why Stacey was no longer spoken about, or even here, should tell me something, however, I needed to hear it. I needed to know why he broke us.

I took his hand and let him lead me out to his bike.

One way or another, I would get answers today.

Myth

“You remember how to ride?” I asked her, while I handed her the helmet I’d always kept for her in the shed.

She snatched the helmet from me and I chuckled before I got on the bike, and made sure she was comfortable before I started my beast. Rox’s arms wound around my waist, and I had to fight not to groan at the contact. Now wasn’t the time.

If anything, she was probably going to either recoil or hate me once I told her what I did after she left. Mentally, I tried to prepare myself for her rejection but I knew even if I tried, it would do nothing compared to the real thing. But I also would never lie to her.

Ever.

As we rode out of the compound, I headed toward the Royal National Park. There was a section there, closed off to cars but I could get through on my bike. No one knew about it.

It was why it had been so perfect.