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A Ghost in the Dream
Chaos was no stranger to Ironridge, the violence and the terror that accompanied the sobs as the loud thunder of motorcycles roared throughout the streets of Ironridge. Whenever that sound, everyone knew what to expect. Head down and keep low and continue walking as if there’s nothing there. The residents had made peace with the fact that the Sons of Mayhem Motorcycle Club (SoM) were in charge instead of the law enforcement that were tasked with serving and protecting them from the monsters that was the club. The Sons of Mayhem had taken root early in the 60’s when the grandfather of Lynk’s, the Commander Lennox had returned from the war and had found that the road was his freedom, his sanctuary. He had built the club along with his closest friends who sought freedom.
Being the Sons of Mayhem’s Sergeant-at Arms came with its challenges, his father had drilled it into him the importance of the ‘pack’ the club, and in return Lynk had learned the lessons in loyalty and trust. His father had always been his hero, the man had his faults but he had been a good father, present even from behind the visitation glass in the jail his mother had often taken them to.
“You missed school again” A soft voice pulled him out of his musings. He’d been asleep, his chest bare and the covers thrown on the floor. His eyes adjusted to the blinding light of the afternoon sun, how long had he been asleep? He wondered as he forced himself to look at the voices owner. His beautiful-as-fuck boyfriend frowned as he threw the papers that had been weighing him down on Lynk’s bed. “Where were you? You didn’t call me last night and I couldn’t get a hold of you all night.”
Groaning he propped himself up on his elbow on the bed. He smiled as he finally got a good look at the angel in front of him. Aside from looking pissed, he was beautiful. It hurt him to know that he was lying to the man he loved but to protect him, Lynk would move literal mountains to ensure his safety. Everyone knew that he was off limits, not to be touched. “I was kidnapped by Grim and Harley, boys night out, they kept yelling.” He grinned, he knew that there was always a shadow of doubt engrained in Ever about his sudden disappearances. “I forgot my phone on charge. I’m sorry, baby”
Ever shook his head, he’d agonised about his boyfriend’s safety all night, he’d thought that he’d see him at school but the moment he had realised that there would be no appearance, he had, had to suffer through hours of brutal torture courtesy of their teachers.
“I saw your sister on my way in. She looks like hell.”
“Onyx doesn’t like being pampered, she’s sick for the week.”
“She didn’t look like that yesterday. What happened? ..to her?
He looked at the boy in front of him, he pushed himself off his bed and into the bathroom, he grabbed his toothbrush quickly washing his teeth. The kind of life that would surely kill him in the long run. Lynk was destined for one thing in his life, and one thing only: to take over and lead the Sons after his father. That had always been his path, always where he was heading. Meeting Ever had added another factor in his plans but he had always known that the boy had always been too good for him. No matter how much he loved him, worshipped him, Lynk would never be enough. Ever deserved a normal life, he deserved someone who wouldn’t hide shit from him, wouldn’t lie about the injuries that were sustained during a brawl.
Walking into his room after he’d finished washing his teeth, he stood before his boyfriend, by now he knew that Ever knew he only ever slept half-naked, he smirked as he leaned down taking his lips into his.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Ever whispered against his lips. “Rebel, what happened to her face?”
“She got into a fight with a door. The door won.” He lied, he hated how effortless it flowed from his lips. Hated how easy it had become to stretch the truth. His sister had not gotten into a fight with a door, she had gotten into a fight with an overzealous gang member trying to earn themselves a name by taking out the daughter of the Sons president. Rebel ‘Onyx’ Lennox had given as much as she had gotten. She may have been young but she was strong. She would rather face death than let herself be defeated. It wasn’t the way. It wasn’t her way. It wasn’t the family’s way. She may have been a girl but she was King ‘Barbarian’ Lennox’s daughter, the president of the mother chapter. “She’s fine. Don’t worry about her.”
Ever hummed as he let Lynk pull him up. He wrapped his legs around Lynk’s middle, locking them together just as he felt his boyfriend’s hands on his ass., he snaked his arms around Lynk’s neck as their kiss turned from warm to hot in less than a second, Lynk always loved the softness of his boyfriend’s lips as they parted allowing his tongue to enter.
He licked his boyfriend’s lips, he squeezed his ass as he leaned into the kiss. The moans coming from his boyfriend was enough to want to shut the door and worship his boyfriend’s body, he knew that Ever realised what he was thinking because he tightened his legs around him. Coming up for air, his lips brushed against his own as he kissed his cheek.
“I love you, angel.” He said almost as if a whisper, it wasn’t the first time he’d said those words but he knew that they would be amongst the last good memories he’d have of this angel in his arms. They were graduating soon. He’d have to make one of the toughest decisions of his life and he hated it. He hated having to so much as think of it but it had to be done. He was protecting him, protecting his future and he knew that Grumbles would do almost anything to swoop Ever away from him— From the monster that was Lynk. It was hardly a secret of the moron’s feelings but he feared Lynk’s wrath enough not to do anything about it except disgrace the very thing that he valued other than Ever.
Ever’s smile was blinding, if angels existed on Earth, his halo would burn Lynk to a crisp. “I love you too, monster.”
The nickname that he’d always called Lynk from the very first time they’d set their eyes on each other back in the good days. Ever had been the only one allowed to call him by that name. The only one who could get away with anything. They were the beauty and the beast, no one understood what Ever saw in the brute of a man. The only one to ever be able to tame the beast. Their relationship had come as a shock especially to those who had lusted after Lynk for years.
“As much as I want to be buried in you right now, I need to get you home before your grandmother sends a search party.” He whispered, he wasn’t looking forward to letting him go but he loved Ever’s grandmother too much to cause her any worry, he’d sworn to always protect her beloved grandson and that had been two years ago. “Tonight, I’ll come keep you company, how’s that?”
He received a hum of approval from the other boy, before he found his words, “Promise?”
“Always.”
After untangling each other’s limbs, and getting dressed, Lynk took Ever’s hand in his as they walked downstairs towards the door when the noise of a loud bang rang in their ears.
“You gonna continue to scare the neighbours, Onyx? Can’t we just have one last sliver of peace around here?” Lynk’s voice was calm almost teasing, the joys of having a younger sister who enjoyed the dangerous things in life.
Rebel ‘Onyx’ Lennox, first daughter of the Sons of Mayhem MC’s president and queen King and Xena glared at her older brother, her face swollen from the fight she’d had. “If you want peace, brother mine, then I suggest joining a convent, I’m sure they’re just dying for delinquents like you.”
For what seemed like an eternity, they stared at each other before busting into smirks. “How’d your face? Need a hospital yet?”
Onyx shook her head in clear defiance. Hospitals were problematic, too many ears and too many mouths. “You’d have to drag me kicking and screaming, literally.”
“Can I bring you anything, Rebel?” Ever’s soft caring voice cut through the sibling banter.
She gave him a smile that reached her eyes, “You’re too good for him, Ever.”
Lynk rolled his eyes, just as Ever’s response echoed through the living room, he pushed his heel up in order to reach Lynk’s cheek planting a kiss before looking back at Rebel, “He’s my monster. Wouldn’t know what to do in a world without him.”
Onyx couldn’t reply, she didn’t know how. Ever having only ever been favoured by the entire Lennox clan as the right person for Lynk had brought the kind in her brother, had brought the ashes that had lay dead at the bottom of her brother’s dead heart. Everyone had deemed Lynk as a lost cause before Ever.
“Let’s go, princess.” Lynk said to Ever turning to leave, he paused for a moment by the door “Try not to burn down the house, yeah.”
The only response that Lynk got was a cushion thrown at his head.
******
The echo of his promise lay heavy on his shoulders, it dragged on like a vice. He was hurting him, breaking each promise like fragile glass. He loved him, that one was never a lie but watching the possibilities of roads uncharted made him realise his decision had a crippling cost. He was going to burn.
Parking his hog in the garage, he dragged himself to the front door when he noticed his two best friends Harley and Grim on the porch.
He joined them as he sat down without a single word. It was Grim who finally broke the silence. “You sure you have to do this? You can still change your mind.”
“It’s the only way to ensure that he has a normal life. I’m starting to even believe my own lies. It’s not fair. It’s not right.” His voice shaking, it wasn’t common for the great prince of the Sons’ mask to fall but these two were his best friends, they’d grown up together in the life. That was how the moniker The Three Musketeers had started. They stuck to each other like glue. Always flanking Lynk everywhere they went. “Decisions been made.” He said no room for argument.
Harley grunted, “Graduation is a few months away. Sticky is gonna swoop in like a white knight. Ain’t that a bitch.”
Lynk held his tongue at the jab, if it had been two years ago, he would have hunted Grumbles down and made him heel but they weren’t children anymore. Things were different now.
He was different.
The ring of his phone in his pocket made him aware, he fished out the phone, the moment it was safely out of his pocket. Ever’s picture was on the screen.
“You gonna answer that?” Grim questioned.
*******
Just as he was about to slide on the green bar on his phone, the loud noise of gun shots jolted him awake. The dreams were almost like a nightmare, haunting him, adding salt to the wound that had never healed.
Lynk Lennox grunted as he pushed himself out of bed grabbing his gun from under the pillow. He never slept without protection, there were too many who would love to take him out. He couldn’t take the risk. He cocked his gun as he walked towards the front door, the shots getting louder.
He didn’t jolt when a hard knock came from his door, he was half-naked, he should have felt the cold of the night but the adrenaline took over instead. He shrugged as he opened the door, coming face to face with Grim gun in hand looking like death had crept up on him. Lynk knew that he wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep.
“How were you asleep through all that?” Grim’s hard tone suggested that the fight had been going on for far longer than he thought.
“How screwed are we?” He ignored the question targeted at him instead asked a question of his own.
“Santa’s dead.” Harley’s informed them as he walked up to them.