Chapter 40
Axel
The next morning
We are on our bikes getting ready to ride out. I look at my phone again. Still nothing from Merigold. My texts to her have gone unread. I look at Rowdy and he just shakes his head. I will try to call one more time this morning. Fucking voicemail. " Baby girl please just call one of us. Text. Anything. Let us explain. I miss you so much. When we get back we are going to make up for this misunderstanding. We are going to make it right by you." I put my phone on vibrate just in case she does try to call or text. I put it in the front pocket of my kutte so I'll feel it. Yea I told her I miss her. I do and she needs to know that. She needs to know we are going to fix this and get her back.
Rowdy's phone goes off. He looks at it and shakes his head. It wasn't her. Fuck. We start our bikes and head out. Every stop we make I check my phone. Nothing. But we still text and call. When her voicemail fills up we just text. We let her know we are thinking about her. We want to explain. I told her we didn't use her as it looked like. Rowdy told her we only wanted her. Just hoping for any kind of response. I'll take her yelling, crying, calling us every name under the sun. Tell us she is going to kick our ass. I'll take it. As long as I can hear her voice. It has only been a day and I miss the sound of it. Since we have gotten with Merigold there isn’t a day that has gone by we haven’t at least talked to her if we didn’t see her. And not seeing her didn’t happen very often. Now it is like torture.
This nothing is leaving me empty. I have never felt like this and that's how I know Merigold is our one. No one has ever left a mark on me as she has. She is the first thing I think about when I wake up. Is she ok? Has she gone to the doctor yet? She is the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. I dream about her. Her smile. The way she feels in my arms. Her laugh. They way she always smells like strawberries. The way her pale skin looks in contrast to my tan. The way she traces her fingers on Rowdy’s chest tattoos as she falls asleep. Or the way her hair feels soft against my shoulder when she leans her head on me. I even think about how she doesn’t like anyone to talk to her before she has her morning coffee. I want it all back. And I’ll take out anyone who stands in my way.
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