Inferno：A Devil Chaser’s MC Romance(16)

“I get what you’re saying. I know I overthink things, but you know I have to. My decisions affect all of us, and I have to think things through. There’s obviously something about Bishop that has me all twisted up inside, but I’m not sure that seeing him again would be smart. I don’t really see this going anywhere.”

“Why does it have to lead somewhere? Just enjoy getting to know him a little better, and then decide if you want to take things any further.”

“You’re right. I’ll just see how things go from here. At least I have some good inspiration for my dreams tonight,” Tessa snickered. “Well, I’m beat. I need to get to bed. I’ll give you a call tomorrow when I get my car back, so we can make plans for shopping.”

“Good deal. I saw some cool pants at Sassy Chic that I want to pick up while we’re out. Talk to ya in the morning,” Courtney said as she hung up the phone.

Tessa tossed and turned for most of the night. Her thoughts kept going back to Bishop. She decided it was too quiet in the house without the noise of the kids, so she got up and turned on the TV. It helped to have some background noise, and eventually, she was able to drift off to sleep.





Chapter 11

Bishop





Things seemed pretty quiet when Bishop walked into the clubhouse. There were a few guys drinking at the bar, while Bulldog and Otis were shooting a game of pool. The music was playing low, and there wasn’t much going on. It was beginning to piss him off that he was called away from Tessa for no reason. He made his way over to the bar where Sheppard and Crack Nut Bobby were drinking shots of tequila. There were several empty shot glasses sitting on the bar, and Bobby wasn’t looking so good. He was looking a little green, and it was past time for him to call it a night.

“What’s shakin’, Bacon? Wanna shot of fire, Prez? Looks like you could use one,” Crack Nut said, swaying toward the edge of the bar and almost falling off his stool.

“Looks like you’ve had enough for one night. You need to go sleep it off. Like now. You’ll be hurtin’ tomorrow,” Bishop said. He turned to Sheppard, “Where’s Goliath? He said there was something going down, and he needed me back here.”

“He’s with Renegade in the kitchen. Some chick came up in here acting all kinds of crazy. She was laying into Renegade pretty good when Goliath took them to the back to talk things out,” Sheppard replied.

Bishop helped Crack Nut Bobby off his stool and led him toward the hall saying, “Hit the sack, man. Tomorrow you’re gonna feel like your head got smashed by the tequila hammer.” Bobby didn’t complain as stumbled into his room and shut the door.

Sheppard and Bishop walked down the long hall heading to the back of the clubhouse. As they entered the door of the kitchen Bishop saw Taylor, Ace’s sister, crying on Renegade’s shoulder. She was about twenty-five, and even with her tear-stained face, she was beautiful. Her blonde hair was pulled behind her ear, and she wore a pair of short shorts and a worn-out t-shirt. Ace had always bragged that she played competitive tennis, which explained her toned figure. She didn’t have on any make-up, but she didn’t really need it with her tan.

She looked up at Renegade and shouted, “How could you let this happen? I thought you had his back! You were supposed to protect him, and you weren’t even there? You were brothers, and he trusted you with his life. I trusted you. I trusted all of you, and now he’s dead, because you weren’t there when he needed you!” she yelled as she shoved Renegade in the chest. Renegade’s eyes never left the floor. He looked totally defeated.

Bishop made his way over to Taylor as she was about to push Renegade again. He grabbed her wrist and said, “Taylor, that’s enough. This isn’t anyone’s fault. As terrible as all this is, your brother knew what he was getting into when he left last night. He wanted to go. No one could’ve predicted that things would turn out like this. It’s been painful for all of us, especially Renegade. You know how close they were, and Ace wouldn’t want you laying blame like this. You gotta know we didn’t mean for this to happen,” Bishop said as he moved closer to her. He had only met Taylor a couple of times, but he knew she loved her brother. There was no doubt that she was hurting.

“Oh Bishop, I can’t believe he’s gone. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him. He meant the world to me. How am I supposed to just accept this?” Taylor cried as she turned and wrapped her arms around Bishop’s neck. She clung to him as the tears flowed down her face. Bishop held her to his chest until she was able to calm down.