She spins back around and punches Julia in the gut. She grunts, bending over in pain. Lulu grabs the back of Julia’s head and brings her knee up hard, crashing it into her nose.
Julia sobs, blood running down her face. Lulu grabs her hair and yanks her head up. “Bye, bitch. Have a wonderfully miserable life.”
We leave the prison, and as soon as we make it back to our bikes, Lulu jumps into Gavin’s arms and kisses him desperately. “That was fucking amazing,” she says in awe before grabbing the back of my head and kissing me next. My cock twitches in my jeans, loving how worked up my girl is getting.
“What do we tell Ally?” Lulu asks.
“The truth.” I shrug. “I only wanted to keep it a secret that we were coming here because Ally’s too good of a soul and would have asked us not to.”
“It felt so good to punch that bitch in the face.” Lulu giggles with glee.
“Down girl,” Gavin laughs. “You're getting too excited over violence.
“It’s not so bad.” Lulu shrugs. “Gotta do what you gotta do for the ones you love.”
“Spoken like a true old lady.” I wink.
“Let’s go home. I want to see my Omega,” Lulu says, putting her helmet on and climbing onto my bike.
Me too. Me fucking too.
Chapter 27
Lulu
There’s been this... off feeling that I’ve had in the pit of my stomach all day. I can’t seem to figure out what it is, but there’s this heavy feeling of dread. And I don’t know why.
Everything seems to be fine as far as I know. After the little visit the twins and I paid to Julia, we told Ally.
Thankfully, she wasn’t upset. When I told her I got a few hits in on Julia, Ally burst out laughing. Let’s say it led to some hot-as-hell sex. I just wanted to get a bit of revenge for my girl.
After that, we left for the last few of Ally’s concerts before her tour officially ended, which was just a few days ago.
We flew back in last night, and while Ally is out finishing up a few things at the recording studio before taking a much-needed break, Brady, Gavin, and I decided to stay behind.
“This place is too fucking big,” Gavin grumbles as he makes his way into the kitchen.
Blinking, I look away from the bird I’ve been watching while sipping my coffee. “I know,” I agree, leaning against the counter.
“Do you think now that Tyson, Ryker, and Skyler are getting their own place, Ally might consider moving into something smaller?” he asks, looking around the place. “I mean, it’s nice and all, but this isn’t... for me.”
“I think that's something we all need to talk about,” Brady said, joining us.
“Are we really going to stay here?” Gavin asks. “What about the compound, the clubhouse? I love our pack, but I miss my old life.”
Guilt hits me, which adds to the sick feeling swirling inside me. “You can go back if you want,” I murmur. “I don’t want youto stay somewhere you're not comfortable just because you're mated to me.” I hate that I feel like crying.
I hate that I feel like this at all.
I feel like I’m betraying Ally for even the thought of wanting my old life back, like Gavin does.
This is what I wanted, wasn’t it? To be with Ally. To have Ally. I finally have her, and I can’t lose her.
Now that we’re back, things will be different. She’s not going on any more tours anytime soon. She doesn’t even have plans to start the next album. Everything is going to be okay. It has to be. These feelings will pass. We will make it work. There’s no other option.
Still, the relief I feel for finally being done with the tour riddles me with guilt.
“Hey.” Gavin steps forward, gripping my chin. “Wherever you go, I’m right there by your side. Do you understand me?”
