Khan Part I (Midnight Syn MC Book 1) Read online

  I clear my throat and quickly say, “What?” And I shake my head which makes his amusement grow on his face and I see the corner of his mouth turn up. “What are you doing here?” I ask him, standing up and rushing over to the door to look out into the lobby since not one other person is there.

  “Yeah, I would have checked in, but no one was out there.” I groan, closing the door hoping to hide me from the embarrassment of anyone else hearing the jokes that I’m sure he’s going to make. “Oh, do we need privacy?”

  “With you, there’s no telling. Plus you had to come in here wearing your cut.” He looks equi-parts hurt, may be offended, yet maybe impressed that I knew the term for his vest. “What?” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes “What?” I say louder this time.

  “I came to return your book, I’ll go though.”

  “Wait,“ the word is barely above a whisper as I reach out touching his arm. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know how the directors will feel if they come in and see all of this,” I say as I motion with my hands him standing in front of me.

  “Those guys, they love me.” He mutters as he finds the place on the shelf where it belongs and slides it in. This act surprises me, the fact that he put it back in the exact place where it took it out of.

  “What?”

  “I told you 100-“

  “Ah, I don’t wanna know.” I cover my ears and walk over to my desk leaning on the edge of it.

  He chuckles saying, “You know I was looking at your bookshelf when I was here and this was actually the most surprising book I found.” He pulls it out and shows it to me The Anarchist Cookbook.

  “Oh, I confiscated that one two years ago and I guess someone put it up there before I got a chance to throw it away.” He looks at me like he doesn’t believe me with the smile that was lingering on his face growing. He steps forward and stops. “What?” He continues to look at me with a disbelieving look and takes two more steps forward as if playing a game of chicken and the lie. “Okay, fine… I was curious.” He lets the laugh that I know he has been holding in out.

  “You don’t need it, I can show you how to make everything in here.” My mouth drops open and he laughs again, “Well not really, but I have a guy who can.” he closes the remaining gap between us and whispers so if someone else was in the room only he and I could hear. “I told you, princess, bribery is nowhere close to the worst things that I’ve done.” I can’t help but chuckle as he takes a couple of steps back and sits down in the chair. “So, how was the homecoming?” He asks me and I realize that I haven’t spoken to Dax since I left Pistons.

  “Good, he was actually home when I got home with my car from your shop.” His face falls to a confused look as if he wants to say something but knows that he shouldn’t.

  “What?” I ask him. He doesn’t respond verbally, just brings his hands to the air, shaking them along with his head, as if he’s telling me that he’s not going to walk into that trap, “No, you’re thinking something. Say… it.” I make sure to emphasize each of the last words.

  “He didn’t want you on the pier when he got back.” I shrug my shoulders and kind of look away. I feel some sadness wash over me and hear him shift in the chair and say, “I didn’t want to say it,” there’s a strange silence between us until he breaks it and says, “Oh, we got word on Monday that Ella is going to be coming here.”

  “Yeah, I just got the email now.” He nods his head.

  “So, I guess you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”

  “Yay,” I wave my hands in the air but say it in a voice that doesn’t have any enthusiasm. He laughs.

  “Anyway, the real reason why I wanted to stop by is to ask if you could maybe look out for her. She’s gone through a whole lot in general… I just want to make sure that she’s okay… and she doesn’t have really any good women to look up to.” Although I’m not sure how good I am to look up to as I was just fantasizing about her godfather when I’m married to another man.

  And I look over to his vest seeing something different from before “Dax, did you get promoted?” I say pointing at the patch that is now in place of the VP patch that was there before and now says, President.

  “Doesn’t really work like that, but I guess if you want to call it that then, yeah.”

  “Congrats” he laughs, most likely at the fact that I have no idea what I’m actually congratulating him on.

  “Well, we’ve been missing one for a little bit so.”

  “Say no more I understand,” I say putting my hand up.

  At that moment there is a knock on my door and we both look at each other as my assistant, Abby, opens it without looking up at first and says, “Ms. Saxs, Brad is here to see you.” Her eyes finally look up to see Dax sitting in the chair, me sitting against the edge of my desk directly in front of him grinning like I’m an idiot. “Oh,” she says quietly and then pauses and says again, “oh, my.” her eyes are wide and at the recognition of the name my eyes go just at wide looking back at the man sitting in front of me.

  “Abby, I’m with a parent right now, tell him I will be right with him.” When the word parent comes out of my mouth I see Dax do a full-body cringe. Abby stands at the door, mouth wide open, staring at him for a few more moments before I clear my throat and say, “Abby,” in a loud enough voice to get her attention and snap her out of her trance and she shuts the door quickly. “Let Brad know I’ll be finished in a moment.”

  “I guess that is what I am now huh, a parent,” and he cringes once again. “Who’s Brad?” He asks.

  “My husband…”

  ❖

  "You’ve gotta go,” she points at me. I stand up and she grabs my arm starting to pull me to the door.

  “Wait,” I plant myself into the ground so that even if she uses all of her body weight that she won’t be able to move me. I turn my body to look at her, reaching out and touching her arm. I don’t say anything at first just let us hang at this moment for a little longer, maybe longer than I should have, “Let me know if you need anything, at all.” I look her straight in the eyes as I say the words and I can visibly see her inhale sharply, and bite her lip. She swore that the reason why there was sexual tension between us before was because she had gone so long without sex. Either that was complete bullshit or she’s still not having sex, or maybe a combination of the two, which if he’s home and not fucking her, then he’s a fucking idiot. I turn quickly closing the remaining distance to the door.

  Before she opens the door she says, “Why don’t you bring Ella by so I can meet her before school starts.” I nod my head and am secretly curious if she’s just using it as a means to see me, to actually meet Ella or a mixture of both. Then she makes sure to speak in a manner so everyone in the office can hear her while she opens the door, “It was very nice to see you again Mr. Wessex, I cannot wait to see Ella in a couple of weeks, I’m sure that she will love it here.” She says forcefully pushing me out of her office.

  “Brad,” she calls and I see a man, who was just previously staring at me as I had clearly just come out of his wife’s office, get up and walk past me. He is probably around 5’10 which doesn’t make him particularly short, but definitely shorter than I am. As he approaches me, he’s glaring at me, but the closer he gets, and I’m sure the more he realizes the size I have on him he hangs his head and hurries past. I can’t help but smirk and the whole scene. That’s right, man, because let one thing slip in that marriage and I will be right there to pick her up and whisk her away… whoa, what?

  “Abby,” I say as I lean onto the counter where she is sitting. “How are you doing today?” I ask her and she just stares up at me not saying a word but sitting with her mouth hanging open… having women ogle over you is fun, but when they are like this it takes all of the fun out of it. I don’t want to leave just yet because I want to see how this whole thing plays out. I’m curious as to how her marriage is actually. If it’s great and everything is perfect. If it’s the magical bullshit that people say marriag
e is, I try and convince myself that I’ll back off, but if my intuition is correct, which it normally is…

  Brad is only in her office for a few minutes before he comes out and leaves, he definitely looks over at me first before he leaves the office though. I glance back to Billie to see her rubbing her temples. She looks at me one last time, with a strained smile before she turns around and walks back into her office. That’s probably not good. I debate going back in to talk to her some more. When I walked out of that office she was smiling, but now she’s stressed. I just want to see her smile again before I leave.

  Instead, I decide against it and walk out the front of the school.

  …You fuck that up, and I’ll be right there making sure you never get it back.

  Later that night, I am at Sirens again watching the business starting to wind down for the night, as I see a familiar man sitting across the room whispering to a woman, but staring at me.

  Well, this is probably not going to end the way that he thinks it will.

  I motion to Fury to watch my back as Billie’s husband comes up to me, I love men when they get drunk, cocky, and think that they are invincible. “Are you fucking following me?” He yells at me over the music.

  “What?” By the way, my favorite part about owning a club is being able to fuck with people when they are drunk.

  “You heard me” he screams at me, “Are you following me?” He yells again and I can’t help myself, after two whiskeys I like to fuck with drunk people that’s about the only difference.

  “Have we met?” I motion my index finger between him and me.

  “I saw you at my wife’s school today. You were coming out of her office and now magically you’re here.” He’s pissed. Staring at me and pointing his finger into my chest, actually touching me. “Did my wife hire you to follow me?”

  “Oh that is you, sorry sometimes I don’t get a clear look at people when I can see clear over their heads.” I don’t let even a slip of a smirk form on my lips but this is fun. I can see his fist, ball up “I would advise you not to do that.”

  “Oh, yeah, fucking why not?” He says, finger still in my chest, smirk on his face. Also, I’m not a fan of people touching me in the first place. “I’ll just say that you started it, I was defending myself, they’ll believe me because I’m in the military whereas you are just some thug who runs around trying to fuck every woman he sees.” Oh, and here. We. Go. See I hate when people assume that what they do makes up their personality. People see me and they assume that because I’m an outlaw that it means I have a certain type of personality. While Brad here thinks that just because he’s in the military that makes him a good person, but people can still be pieces of shit and in the military.

  I smack his finger out of my chest, “I don’t give a fuck who you are, but it’s pretty much an automatic ban for life from a place when you try and punch the owner in the face, or maybe that just… my rule… for my club.” I see the smirk on his face start to fall as he looks around seeing everyone in the club staring at him like he has lost his fucking mind. “And there’s no trying to fuck every woman I meet because I don’t need to try to do that, it just happens. And at least I’m not like you, sitting here in my club” I can’t help but emphasize the word my, “whispering sweet nothings in some slut’s ear while my extremely sexy and sexually frustrated wife is at home.” I hear Fury’s laugh come out from behind me. “My advice to you,” now reaching over and poking my finger into his chest, “is to leave, right the fuck now, leaving your girlfriend in the parking lot and go home to your wife… because let me tell you this, your wife, is not only fucking gorgeous but she is one of the smartest, funniest, and toughest women that I’ve ever met, and I’ll promise you this… you fuck that up, and I’ll be right there making sure you never get it back.” Fury’s laugh is roaring louder than the music now. I turn and walk back into my office slamming the door behind me.

  Fury comes in a few minutes later still laughing. And looks at me. “He’s gone. Who was that fucking dick.”

  “Billie’s husband,” I mutter to him and I glare at my phone trying to decide what to do. Do I call her and tell her what just happened, or do I keep it a secret?

  “Oh shit, you mean like, The Billie.” I nod my head. “The 5 thousand dollar hug, Billie.”

  “Yeah, that one,” My words are bitter over the whole hug situations that Ash had to go and run his mouth about.

  “The Billie that you can’t stop-” I begin speaking before he can finish that sentence.

  “Yes, okay… yes… her. Happy now?” I snap out causing him to jump back a little, eyes wide.

  “So, like I-we all thought that you were just fucking with that guy, but you’re serious about that last part.” I don’t say a word but just glare up at him and then he continues to speak, “Are you going to tell her?” Fury asks, actually serious and I finally make up my mind as I toss my phone onto my desk.

  “I can’t tell her… it can’t come from me.” She is well aware of some of my intentions.

  “So, what are you going to do?” He asks seriously.

  “I guess the only thing I can do… just wait it out.” I pause and look to him again, “because something like that, someone like that, is bound to fuck it up sooner or later…”

  When her name flashes up on my phone half an hour later I answer it before it fully rings.

  “Billie?” My voice is hurried as I think about her husband leaving earlier pissed the fuck off.

  “Dax, I’m really sorry to bother-,” I can hear her panicking as I search for my keys on the desk getting ready to go to her house… that I may or may not have scoped out already a couple of times. I’m heading out the door.

  “What is it?” I say loud enough so she can hear me over the music still pumping in the club.

  “I think someone is in my house, Brad is out of town, can you just stay on the phone with me until I figure it out?” There’s a crash that I can hear and then a man’s voice as a door hits the wall. “Oh, thank god. It’s just Brad, now I really am sorry to bother you. Thank you.”

  “Billie, wait, He may be pissed-,” but the phone disconnects before I’m able to say it all.

  ❖

  What in the world? I wonder as I hear the front door slam shut.

  Someone is in the house… I push myself up in my bed slowly. My heart is pounding so hard that I can hear it in my ears. When I look at the clock on my nightstand it reads 2:00AM. Brad is supposed to be out of town for a couple of days… it can’t be him. I reach for my phone… what do I do? I should call the cops… but who knows how long it would take them to get here and I don’t know anyone who would be up at this time. Well, I do know one person, but… I can’t bother him, I don’t know him enough to bother him.

  A crash comes from the other room and my hands are sweaty and the phone is ringing before I even realized that I dialed.

  “Billie?” I hear him come through the phone. I almost expect him to sound groggy, but he doesn’t he is wide awake.

  “Dax, I’m really sorry to bother-,” my words are coming out quickly as I am panicking.

  “What is it?” His voice is loud and I think I hear music playing in the background.

  “I think someone is in my house, Brad is out of town, can you just stay on the phone with me until I figure it out?” There’s another loud crash this time closer to the bedroom and then I watch as the door to my bedroom swings up and for a split second, I think that I’m going to die. But then a sense of relief washes over me as I see Brad standing in the doorway. “Oh, thank god. It’s just Brad, now I really am sorry to bother you. Thank you.” I say hanging up as I hear the sounds of him saying something but not able to make it out as I pull the phone away from my face. “I thought you were out of town?” The words are just a whisper as I am still trying to calm my over-pumping heart.

  “Who was that?” He shouts at me.

  “Uh-,” I can’t tell him who it actually was, because that would definitely
look suspicious, talking on the phone to another man at 2 in the morning even if the call log would only show for a few seconds. “It was Lucy,” he accepts my answer, I’m positive that it’s only because he is very clearly drunk and it’s not that far of a stretch that I would be on the phone with her.

  “Who the fuck was that guy today?” He is shouting and now I can see the anger forming in his eyes. Now, I’m even more glad that I didn’t tell him who was really on the phone.

  “Wha-what?” I’m not sure if I’m still reeling from just thinking I was going to be murdered or not, but this is insane.

  “You heard me, who the fuck is he?” I’m stunned… I have no idea who the “he” is that he speaks of. Clearly, he cannot be asking about Dax, he only saw him today and didn’t even give a fuck about who he was before he left.

  “I have no idea who you are talking about.” I’m only slightly lying.

  “That fucking biker who was in your office when I got there today?” He’s yelling and his eyes are looking crazy.

  “Wessex?” I say trying to downplay the entire thing.

  “Yeah,” he comes closer to me and I can smell the tequila on his breath, “THAT. FUCK.”

  “He’s a guardian of a student who was just accepted.” I pause and his eyes grow even more with rage, “Real sad story too, he just became her guardian. Her mother left and now her father is-“ he cuts me off and storms up grabbing my wrist and bringing me closer to him.

  “I don’t give a fuck about all of that,” he’s in my face now and I pull back slightly which only makes him tighten his grip on my wrist and brings me in even closer, “who is he and why was he looking at you the way he was today? Better yet, why was he looking at me like he had some huge fucking secret on me.” And I stop trying to pull them away.

  “You’re hurting me,” I mutter and he laughs. He lets my wrists go as his eye widen.

  “I’ll show you what fucking hurting you are.” He screams at me as I feel the knuckles of his closed backhand, come across my face. I stand in shock as I stare at him my shaking hand covering my face where he made contact. Then he grabs my arms again and snatching me closer to him. “Shut up, that’s not the whole story and you fucking know it.” Did something happen after Brad left my office? Dax was still talking to Abby when he left, but I’m not sure how long he stayed after that.