Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

Chapter 34

34

CALLUM

A gust of warm air whooshes into my face as I push through the door to exit the squad complex, the summer sun beating down relentlessly overhead. We’re in the middle of what feels like an endless heat wave. The grass of the practice field is crunchy underfoot as I step out onto it, dying of thirst and begging for rain, and despite the fact that I just showered off the sweat I worked up while training, my t-shirt is already clinging to my body like a second skin by the time I reach the outer gate to head for the parking lot.

“Yo Cal, wait up!” a voice calls from behind me, and I swivel to see Logan jogging my way, his clunky motorcycle boots thudding against the ground.

I pause to wait for him, idly twirling the keys to my Corvette around a finger.

He flashes me a smile as he approaches, two rows of straight white teeth gleaming and a pair of dimples sinking into his cheeks. Handsome fucker. “Think you can find some time this week to finish my chest piece?” he asks, fingers trailing over his left pec where he’s sporting my ink beneath his shirt.

“Yeah, for sure. My schedule’s wide open these days.” I rake a hand through my hair. ” Just let me know when you’re up for it.”

His eager grin widens. “Shit, I’d do it right now, but I’m headed to Westfield to see Jax and Quinn. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Sure,” I shrug, though truthfully, I’m just as eager as he is. I’ve been fucking around with my tattoo gun on myself for a while now, but the only other person I’ve ever tattooed is Nessa. That is, until Logan and I got to talking about our ink while we were away on the mission. When he found out I’d done it all myself, he asked if I’d do one for him, and I jumped at the chance. There’s

just a certain thrill that comes with seeing my art come to life on someone else’s skin.

Logan claps me on the shoulder and the two of us start toward the parking lot, falling into an easy stride with one another. “So can we count on you for the next mission?” he asks, swinging his gaze to me. “The IT unit

thinks they may have identified another

offshoot of the shadow pack, wants to send a team to investigate.”

“Nah, man,” I grumble. “Think I’m gonna stick around here for a while.”

He arches a brow in surprise, stopping short in front of his motorcycle parked at the curb. I swivel to face him as I palm my keys.

“Any particular reason?” he asks, a knowing smirk pulling at his lips.

Yeah, Logan knows about Ness. He was tasked with leading the mission, and he’s the one person on our team that I really connected with- we’ve got a lot in common.

with our mutual passion for art and ink. He noticed all my sketchbooks lying around the dingy motel rooms we holed up in while we were away, and when he thumbed through one, he happened to see a sketch or two of!!!! my muse. Or fifty. I can’t help that all my recent sketchbooks are full of her face.OTR

He doesn’t wait for me to answer because he

already knows. “You get her back yet?”

“Working on it,” I grunt.

Logan gets a mischievous glint in his eye,

his smirk deepening. “Was that what you were doing at the swimming hole yesterday?” 3

Shit, I’d actually deluded myself into thinking Nessa and I had been discreet. Then again, I can’t remember the last time I drank that much- it’s not exactly like I was firing on all cylinders when I jumped her in the water.

I reach up to rub the back of my neck, wincing. “You saw that?”

“You two all over each other?” he snorts.

Yeah, hard to miss.”

While a natural reaction would probably be to feel something akin to embarrassment, for some reason, I get a surge of smug satisfaction, my wolf preening with pride for publicly staking our claim. Not that I have any right to, not after the way I left.

“I still don’t know where we stand,” I admit, heaving a sigh. “We were both a little drunk yesterday. I have a feeling she might have woken up this morning with second thoughts.”

“Ah, you’ll figure it out,” Logan says with a cavalier grin. “Take her out to a fancy dinner or buy her something nice. Girls love that shit.”

I shake my head, chuckling wryly. If only it were that easy. “Not this girl,” I mumble.

Even if I could afford to do that, Nessa’s not the type to be impressed by flashy presents or fine dining. It’s more about the little things with her. She’d take a scenic view over a stuffy restaurant any day, or a drawing out of my sketchbook over expensive jewelry. The things that make her eyes light up are the ones you can’t put a price tag on.

Logan shrugs, stepping up to his motorcycle and kicking a leg over. “Find another way to get back on her good side, then. You’ll think of something.” He starts the engine, the deep hum vibrating through my body as he revs it a few times. “Flowers usually help, all girls like flowers. There’s a floral shop in Summervale.” I wrinkle my nose at his suggestion and Logan shrugs again.

before she has a chance to sit and stew

my forehead, already damp with sweat after spending

with a boot, rolling away from the curb. “Good luck,” he calls, shooting me a grin over his shoulder. “I’ll call you about

head for my Corvette as I hear the roar

longer I wait before seeking out Nessa, the longer she’ll have to overanalyze what happened yesterday; the longer she’ll have to decide that she regrets it. If I want to win her back- and I do-

to come up with

cautiously, clutching the edge of the heavy wooden front door of the Norbury packhouse like a

swagger, but it’s all false bravado. I’m nervous as hell about how this is goin to

my heart is pounding so hard that it feels like it’s about to burst from my chest and splatter into to a pulpy mess at my feet.

now for being such a pussy and getting all awkward and nervous around a

I remember what’s currently clutched in my hand, half hidden behind the back of my thigh. I lift the small

she breathes, her lips pulling into a bright smile as she fingers the soft white

for someone before. I didn’t even think to ask the florist at the shop in Summervale what kind they

I didn’t have much, but for the amount of flowers I ended up walking out with, I thought I was getting a deal.

work for me at the garage while

lashes fluttering. “They’re beautiful,” she smiles, pulling the door open wider and taking a step backwards. “Just let me put them in

Logan. 5

inside while Nessa

she asks over her shoulder as she puts the flowers in the glass of

“You’ll see.”

but I keep

front of me to grab her shoes from beside the door. She bends at the waist to slip them on her feet, giving me a nice view of her ass in the little white pair of denim

gaze immediately drops to drink in another eyeful. It really is a perfect ass, perky and round. I get the flash of a memory

step as we approach the Corvette, her expression twisting. It doesn’t register at first, but bile

she truly appreciated the beauty of the old, restored car that I had poured so much sweat and effort into. When she climbed in, I remember how she took in every detail of the dilapidated interior, running her fingers over the old leather seats reverently. And when I started it up, I saw her shiver of excitement at the purr of the engine, the delighted smile on her face when we hit top speed on the

eyes it with apprehension, all the good memories painted over

pressing my keys into her

between the set of keys in her hand

excitement. “But this car’s like your baby,” she points out. “You sure you trust me behind

of anyone else behind the wheel of this car makes me a little bit queasy, but I shove that down because I’m really trying here. It’s a gesture, one

trusted you with my secrets and let you make your own choice. And I should’ve trusted myself to keep you safe rather than just bailing out on you.” I reach up to touch her face, running my thumb gently along the curve of her jaw. Her throat bobs beneath my knuckles with a hard swallow. “I know I fucked up everything when

little tremble of excitement beneath my fingertips, see it

tan legs slipping inside, her lithe fingers gripping the key as she turns it in the ignition and the engine rumbles to life beneath us. I feel the deep, smooth purr of

gear and backs the car out of the driveway. It’s not that I don’t trust her with my car- I do- it’s just that this vehicle is one of the few things in this world that I give a shit about, and relinquishing control of it ha me tightly wound, my hands curling into fists in my lap and my knuckles

you, isn’t it?” Nessa giggles from beside me, darting me a glance and clocking the tight set

a wry smile. I tip

rolls those eyes of hers instead, shifting the gear at the end of the driveway

My lungs constrict.

braking a little

the button for the radio, cranking up the volume to calm

hands scrabbling for purchase on the ceiling of the car, which she finds fucking hilarious. Although my heart’s in my throat, her giggle soothes my nerves like music to my ears. Nessa’s laugh is one of the things I missed most about her while I was away, and I’ll trade my discomfort for her happiness any

want is for her to chance it by going too fast and send the Corvette tumbling over the edge. The boys and I used to come up here to smoke sometimes, and there’s a

appreciate. If we can make it there in

barely restraining myself from reaching over and grabbing the

slow down, though, and when the Corvette finally rolls to a stop and she cuts the engine, I blow out a long breath, my muscles sore from being bunched so tensely

shoulder. “C’mon,” I urge, opening the door and twisting at the waist to

climbing out of the drivers’ side and meeting me in front of the

ask, and I grin when she shakes her head, taking her hand in mine and tugging her forward.

strides, and I hop up onto the top of the stony plateau, offering her a hand to help her up. As soon as she climbs up to join me and looks out

head on a swivel as she

this is one of the best views in the whole six-pack territory. From this vantage point, you can see the swell of nearby mountaintops and the snow-capped peaks of those in the distance. The lush foliage of the forest

I ask, eyes focused on her face as she drinks in

Nessa murmurs closer to

tugging her back before she can take another step. “Careful,” I warn, nodding toward the

turns back to me with a smirk creasing her lips. “So you didn’t bring me out here to kill

I flinch.

drops from her face, her cheeks flushing. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t

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