Miles (Highway Reapers MC): Inked Hearts (12 page)

Chapter 39

Gina smiled to herself as she cashed up that evening.

“Those guys were creepy but they sure were generous tippers,” she mused as she shuffled the dollars between her hands.

“They were definitely creepy,” Brea agreed as she folded her arms and leaned against the reception counter.

“Mmm,” Gina pursed her lips and continued counting under her breath. Brea glanced at the front door, the sign on which had been turned around to read ‘closed’. She’d concluded another day at her job. Her first month in Colridge was almost at an end and the weekend was approaching.

After saying goodbye to Gina, Brea stepped outside and began heading back the short route to her apartment. There was a chill in the air thanks to the dense cloud cover which hadn’t lifted all day. Brea rubbed her upper arms, trying to get warm. She was tired from her long day and for the first time in ages she felt a stab of homesickness pierce at her chest. She wondered what Sylar was doing. She imagined him cooking himself some pizza for dinner before heading out on his motorcycle, thundering out into the night.

Brea gave a forlorn sigh. She wished she’d spent more time with her brother when he’d been in Colridge. But he’d seemed keen to leave, disappearing the next day before the sun even had chance to rise. She also didn’t like keeping secrets from Sylar. Things were getting serious with Miles but her sole relative, her brother, still knew nothing about him and she knew she needed to rectify that.

By the time Brea was climbing the steps up to her apartment she’d made a decision. Reaching for her phone she hastily typed the message before she had a chance to change her mind.

Missed you today. I won’t be around this weekend, I’m going to visit my brother back home but I’ll be back early Sunday. xxx

She thoughtfully bit her lip as she pushed open her front door. She’d barely seen Miles in the last few days but he surely wouldn’t begrudge her a trip home to reconnect with her brother. Brea hoped that with Gina not around Sylar might pay her a bit more attention and give them a chance to actually catch up. She was desperate to tell him all about her new job, about the repeat work she was getting and how much people loved her art.

After turning on the kettle Brea quickly sent a second message, this time to Sylar –

I’m coming home this weekend for a visit. It’s not up for discussion I’m owed some quality time with my brother x

Brea stared at the phone after she’d pressed send. It was strange to want to go back to visit Sylar after she’d been so desperate to leave. Aside from his overbearing nature, she missed his sense of humour and the way he was always so fiercely protective of her. Being out in the world could be scary, even with Miles to have her back.

Comforted by the impending trip back home Brea made herself a camomile tea and settled down on her sofa to enjoy a quiet evening of girly movies and snacks.

Chapter 40

Miles read his message from Brea in secret while he was in the bathroom and groaned. She’d be away all weekend. That meant he was stuck with only Colin and Hank for company and no way to get away from them.

A selfish part of him wanted to ask her to stay in Colridge, to not go. But the more reasonable part of him, which knew it was safer for her to keep her distance while his pack friends were in town, made him keep his silence. A trip home would be good for her.

Staring at his weary expression, Miles wondered how long he could cope being cooped up with Colin and Hank. This wasn’t how he’d envisioned his mission in Colridge going down. For too long he was sat idle awaiting orders. He felt restless. And he knew if he felt bad then the other two guys felt far worse. They paced around the small room like caged tigers, bouncing off the walls. They needed some sort of release and quick. What was it people said? ‘The devil makes work for idle hands.’ That was certainly going to be the case with Colin and Hank and Miles knew it wasn’t worth letting them get in trouble. If their cover was blown in Colridge, they risked an uprising from the Reapers which would get extremely messy. No, it was up to him to keep them happy and occupied.

He splashed his face with cold water before stepping back into the room.

“Boys, grab your coats,” he ordered with a devilish grin. “We’re going out.”

“About time!” Hank clapped his hands together with glee and was already approaching the door. Colin stood up slower, not quite as enthusiastic as his friend.

“Out?” Colin shot Miles a dubious glance.

“Just to a bar down the street,” Miles shrugged. A bar he’d already checked out. It seemed safe enough there. He couldn’t see a sign of any Reaper presence. “I figured we need to get out and let off some steam.”

“Damn straight,” Hank was opening the door and storming towards his motorcycle.

“Keep an eye on him,” Colin urged as he followed after him. “You don’t want him letting off too much steam.”

Chapter 41

Brea released her bag from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor of the den. Outside, the cab she’d arrived in was pulling away, disappearing down the street. Sylar hadn’t even responded to her message. Brea tried to ignore his rudeness but it did sting. She knew he was home, his bike was outside but the house was silent. No welcome wagon had been rolled out for her.

“Sylar!” she called his name so loudly that it bounced off the thin walls of the house. After a few seconds a distant door opened and her brother appeared. He was naked except for a towel which he’d hastily wrapped around himself. His hair was damp and dripped down his back.

Brea raised a hand to protective her eyes but then lowered it. She gaped at the criss-cross of scars which were etched over her brother’s lean torso. Circular scars that looked like cigar stubs patterned his chest. Though all the wounds looked old, they were painful to look at.

“Jesus!” Brea exclaimed, gesturing towards him. “Where the hell did you get all those scars, Sylar?”

He scowled at her before storming back towards the bathroom. “Just let me dry off,” he shouted, not bothering to look back.

Troubled Brea wandered through the family open plan living area. The house smelt mustier than usual in her absence. Old pizza boxes were piled up on the kitchen counter and the sink was overflowing with dirty plates. Brea made a mental note to thoroughly clean the pig sty that her brother developed before she left.

“It wouldn’t kill you to vacuum once in a while,” Brea informed her brother tersely as he re-emerged from the bathroom in loose fitting sweat pants, pulling on a white t-shirt.

“I’ve been busy,” he told her gruffly.

“Busy like you were when you came to visit me?” Brea raised her eyebrows at him. Try as she might she knew she’d never be able to erase the sound of her brother having sex from her mind.

“Jeez, Brea, did you just come here to fight?” Sylar seemed deflated by her presence. He pushed past her to drop on the sofa and reach for the TV remote.

“No,” Brea softened her tone and went to sit beside him. “I came here because…because I miss you. And I feel like when you were in Colridge we didn’t exactly take the time to catch up with each other.”

She watched Sylar’s jaw tighten a degree. He clearly agreed with her though she knew his pride would never let him say it.

“So how have you been?” Brea asked brightly, trying to force him to open up. “How’s work?”

“How’s work?” Sylar repeated with a sneer. “Come on, Brea. If you want to catch up that’s fine but at least be real with me. You know I never talk about work.”

Brea looked sadly at her hands.

“My job is going really well,” she informed him. “People love my work and I’ve been getting repeat business and really generous tips.”

“That’s good,” Sylar turned off the TV and shifted his weight so that he was facing her. “I’m sorry for being a dick, Brea. I’m really glad that you’re enjoying your job.” He patted her knee before getting up and making his way over towards the kitchen.

“Want a beer?” he slung the question over his shoulder.

“Sure,” Brea gave a non-committal shrug. Sylar returned with two cooled bottles and handed one to her after he’d uncapped it.

“Colridge seems a nice enough place,” he offered before taking a deep, long drink from his bottle.

“It is nice,” Brea agreed with an enthusiastic nod. “I like it there.”

“Was Gina okay after I…left?” he queried carefully.

“Yeah,” Brea sipped at her beer. “I mean, she was probably a bit pissed, I don’t know. She called you dangerous.”

This made Sylar straighten. He stared at Brea, his eyes wide.

“She did? Why?”

Brea shrugged. “I don’t know, bitter about you leaving maybe.”

“Was that all she said, that she thinks I’m dangerous?”

“Yep, that’s it.”

Sylar leaned back against the sofa, looking troubled.

Chapter 42

Miles wasn’t drinking. He dutifully bought each round at the bar and watched his friends down countless shots and bottles of beer but he ensured that he remained stone cold sober. A part of him was ready to spring into action if anything kicked off.

But to his surprise the night was going by without any real hitch. Hank and Colin were getting merry and trying to chat up any girls who were within their radius. The music from the juke box was set to some pretty decent rock and Miles actually started to relax. But then he stiffened, remembering that Brea was out of town. He missed her more than he cared to admit.

Hank was getting cozy with a hard faced brunette who wore too much make up. She was perched up on his knee, letting him grope up and down her legs. No doubt Hank would be fixing to take her back to the motel with them. A busty blonde was sitting next to Colin, hanging on his every word. It never failed to surprise Miles how women would flock to gang members. They were drawn to the danger he supposed. Stupid, he thought.

As he lingered by the bar he worked tirelessly to control a drunken woman’s advances. He didn’t have eyes for any of them, not matter how much they purred in his ear or gazed at him with their “fuck-me” eyes.

They’d been out for almost three hours when Hank staggered over, one arm draped around his soon to be conquest.

“We’re heading back to the motel,” he informed Miles, slurring his words.

“Okay, sure,” Miles nodded in approval.

“You coming?” a mischievous light shone out from Hank’s gaze.

“No, I’ll hang back here a while longer,” Miles leaned against the bar, emphasizing how he had no intention of going back just yet.

“You sure?” the brunette batted her eyelashes at him. “Could be fun to add one more.”

Hank laughed and slapped her on the ass. “Me and Miles ain’t becoming tunnel buddies yet, honey. Unless you wanna ride her both ways with me?”

Miles’ younger self would have accepted such an offer. He’d go back to the motel with Hank and place the brunette on all fours between them. They’d toss a coin to see who got heads and who got tails.

“I’ll pass,” Miles gave them a tight smile. “But thanks.”

“Your loss, buddy,” Hank slapped him on the shoulder before walking out with his prize under his arm. Colin followed shortly after, stumbling out the door towards the parking lot. Miles decided to take his time before heading back to the motel himself, afraid of what sight might await him if he headed back too soon.

Chapter 11

“So I’ve got a boyfriend,” Brea blurted out after her second bottle of beer. Sylar had actually laughed a couple of times while she’d been there. The atmosphere between them felt relaxed and comfortable, or maybe that was just the beer she’d been drinking. But suddenly it felt extremely important to be honest with Sylar about Miles.

“A boyfriend?” Sylar lowered his bottle of beer which had been en route to his lips.

“Uh huh,” Brea nodded a little too quickly, making herself feel dizzy. “His name is Miles.”

“Miles,” Sylar mouthed the name as though it left a bad taste in his mouth. “What does this Miles do?”

Brea opened her mouth to respond and then snapped it shut. She wasn’t exactly sure of what Miles did.

“He’s a businessman,” she said after a pause.

“Hmm,” Sylar seemed unconvinced as he had a swig of beer.

“He makes me very happy,” Brea hiccupped. “He’s a…a good guy.”

“I’m sure he’s swell,” Sylar declared bitterly.

“Why aren’t you happy for me?” Brea demanded contritely, feeling hurt by her brother’s lack of enthusiasm.

“Brea,” he sighed as he said her name. “You’ve been in Colridge for what? A month? And you’re already involved with some guy. You don’t want to be rushing in to anything. You’re young.”

“So what? You can fuck someone but I can’t!” Brea raged, staggering up to her feet.

“He better not be fucking you,” Sylar also stood up, firmly gripping her shoulders. “You best be conducting yourself like a lady, Brea!”

“I am!” she insisted, shrugging him off. “And Miles cares about me! He doesn’t just leave me in the morning. He sticks around.”

If shame was a color, she saw it on her brothers face right at that moment.

“He’s not like you,” she added coldly, digging that dagger deeper into her brothers heart.

“Fine,” Sylar dropped back on to the sofa. “I’m a dick and this guy Miles is a saint, whatever. You got a picture of him?”

“Hmm? Yeah,” Brea reached for her cell phone but in her drunken state she struggled to work it.

“Hang on,” she forced herself to focus really hand on scrolling through the menu.

“There’s one here somewhere…”

“Am I going to meet this Miles guy?” Sylar wondered. He didn’t sound thrilled at the idea.

“Uh huh,” Brea nodded, still fixated on her phone. She just knew that Sylar and Miles would hit it off. After all they both liked motorcycles.

She only had the one picture of Miles on her phone. She’d taken it one morning when they were in bed together and the sunlight coming through the window had hit his face in such a way that it made him look perfect and she felt compelled to capture the moment forever.

“Here,” she handed the phone over to her brother. “That’s Miles.”