Roses and Skulls (Rebel Skulls MC #3)

by L.M. Terry

“It never ends, Billie Rose. Grief is a funny thing. It comes and goes in waves. Sometimes, you will remember him, and pure joy will fill your heart but other times, it will feel like a punch to the gut. And the shitty thing is, it will come out of nowhere. Grief isn’t a destination, it’s a journey. One you will be on the rest of your life.”

“Please don’t hate me,” I whisper, into his shirt. “Don’t leave me.” His arms tighten around me. “Rosie, I could never hate you and I’ll never leave you. Never.” He rocks me back and forth as I sob uncontrollably, letting it all out.

The Skull creed rolls in my head, and I make a vow to Bill. “I will always protect what’s mine. Thank you for telling her that I was coming. I was always on my way,” I say quietly over my girl.