MELISSA'S POVI woke the next morning with a slight headache as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I recalled most of the night before, but toward the end, it went a little blurry.Alexander had stayed away from me for most of the party after I tried to seduce him, and I cursed myself out now that I was sober. There was still a desperate feeling of want for him deep inside that l couldn't tame, though. No matter how hard I tried to squash my feelings.After I got dressed, I headed out to find the bar was mostly empty. All the people that were here last night were all gone and back on the roads. Gearhead, Danny, Aaron and Careen were all sat at the bar, looking worse than I felt."Well, good morning, sweetcheeks. Can I get you anything for that hungover?" Careen smiled. I grumbled as I slid oto the stool next to Danny. Bloody Mary. You know how I like it." Careen winked at me before she started on my drink.Looking around, I couldn't help but wonder Alexander had laid his head down for the

"What's this lead you're talking about?""Some Skeletors just rode through town. I figured we could try to catch them before they left." The smile on Smokey's face told me that he was ready for a fight.It had been months since anything really exciting had happened around her, and I could tell that Smokey was ready for some danger. We all were."Prospect! Get your ass over here!" Smokey yelled for Aaron before he ran over, wiping the grease from his hands. "Suit up, kid. Us big boys are going to show you how to handle business."Aaron's eyes lit up as he dropped his towel and ran for his bike, starting it before I could even slide onto the seat of my own bike. Kid was excited, I'll give him that.The familiar rumbled between my legs was just what I needed right now. I needed a clear mind for what we were about to do, and riding on the open road tended to do just that.Smokey took the lead out of the lot as I followed right behind him, catching Aaron out my peripheral vision behind me.

It was a photo of Alexander. .A photo of Alexander fucking Jane Wilson. The night of my mother's funeral. The night when I thought me and Alexander might be okay. The night I slept alone and woke to find Alexander nowhere to be found. Slept at Axel's, my ass.Lies. There were always lies.I couldn't help but stare at the photo. No matter how much I wanted to look away, I couldn't. This simple photo was all I needed to see for me to know that my decision to leave was the right one."What is it?" Alexander asked behind me, making me jump.My blood boiled at the sound of his voice. I spun on my heels and threw the photo at him."Why didn't you tell me?"Alexander looked confused before he bent down and grabbed the photo from the floor. When he looked at it, the color drained from his face as he let out a breath and looked up at me."How could you?!" I screamed, trying to stop myself from completely freaking out. "I tried to fix things with you that night, but you pushed me away. You're

ALEXANDER'S POV It was nearly midnight when I was able to finally lay my head on a pillow. I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep the shit away, knowing I'd have to face everything again in the morning. But for now, I could get lost in my dreams. I had been dreaming about Melissa a lot lately, and it was always peaceful dreams; an escape from reality.But just as I was about to drift off into fantasy land, my bedroom door flew open and Smokey turned the light on. My eyes burned from the brightness as I sat up."Dude, what the fuck?" I barked."You're not going to believe this," Smokey choked out between his heavy breaths. "Gearhead is back... and he has a Skeletor." My ears perked as I jumped out of bed with excitement."What do you mean he has a Skeletor?"Smokey grinned from ear to ear. "That son of a bitch pulled it off. I don't know how, but he captured one of them. He's got him down in the basement right now tied up to a chair." Smokey laughed as he turned and stormed out of m

Gearhead turned and grinned at us. "We'll get him to talk one way or another, boys.""Jesus," I commented as I stepped up to the table and saw all the torture decives. A blow torch, pliers of all sizes, hammers, a saw, and chains. "How many movies have you been watching, man?" Gearhead laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Like I said, we'll get him to talk one way or another.""I guess so..." I turned back to Vinny who was wide awake now but still battered the hell up. "How are you doing, Vinny?" I stepped in front of him as I looked down and crossed my arms over my chest."I've been better." Vinny laughed and then coughed. "Can I get some fucking water? Whiskey? Something?""We don't waste our booze on the likes of you." Gearhead stepped forward with a cup filled with an unknown substance. "Here." he brought it to Vinny's lips and helped him take a drink.Vinny coughed and gagged. "What the fuck was that?"Gearhead shrugged. "Rusty water mostly.""Mostly?" I asked."Mostly. Probably