Roses and Skulls (Rebel Skulls MC #3)

by L.M. Terry

would be happy that your crush is here.” What the fuck? Carson laughs when

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.”

blinks, his gaze scanning me from head to toe. When he sees I’m fully intact, he lets out a harsh breath. I continue to rock back and forth. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it,” I cry, tears streaming down my face. Elijah sits down in front of me and pulls me into his arms. “I know, baby. I know. You did so good. So good.” He kisses me on top of my head, and I whisper a little thank you to grandpa. I don’t know how much longer I would have been able to hold on.

“Grief masks itself as anger. I don’t think you are as angry as everyone thinks you are… you’re sad.” She burst into

My five-year-old self doesn’t recognize that in this moment, my mother decides it will be my last trip to visit William and his family. A decision made with the best of intentions. She was only protecting what was hers. At all costs. Even from threats that only existed in her mind.

“Don’t let your dick distract you so much that you miss something, and she gets hurt.”

I’ve realized that I don’t have to carry the pain of that night with me everywhere I go. I don’t have to introduce it to every single person I meet.

When we walk out of this shower you will fucking straighten that fucking crown. Your revenge awaits. There will be time to break down later. Do you understand?”