TRAILING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #2) by Fiona Garland Page B
Authors: Fiona Garland
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don’t be upset with me… but I’ve heard stories about you and the Black Hounds. They started popping up on the internet when we went public with the relationship. I never believed them. I’ve kept thinking of you as a good, honest man who is doing his best to look out for me. But what happened in that hotel, I couldn’t help but start to believe in them.”
His eyes became downcast. The young man knew where this was going. “What did you hear, Trisha?”
His voice was barely above you whisper. “That you’re a violent man. That your family has been a line of psychopaths that enjoy hurting people. That you nearly killed that man when you were a kid. It took two grown men to take you off of him when he was beaten half dead.”
Tears swelled in her eyes. She felt guilt bringing up these charges against the man she loved. However, Dante looked nonplussed at the accusation. “So that’s what you’ve heard.”
“Well, are they true or not?”
He sat back and looked out the window to the empty desert outside. The man was delaying his answer more than he was coming up with an excuse. “What you’ve heard is technically true. Yes, I attacked a member of the Red Aztecs. I was brought in by the police and sent to juvenile hall. No formal charges were thrown against me since I was a minor and the man I attacked had violated his parole. I did the crime and I did my time. End of story.”
Trisha glared at him for speaking like a lawyer. “That’s not an answer.”
“What are you? Judge, jury, and executioner?”
“I’m your wife,” she said, believing the statement for the first time. “Back in the hotel, I’ve seen wild dogs less dangerous than you. I can’t ignore this side of you any longer. I want to know what kind of man I’m with.”
He pointed outside to the empty desert landscape. “You couldn’t have picked a better place to spring this up!”
“Dante, please tell me.”
The young man rubbed his eyes before speaking. “Trisha, suppose your family was in danger. Would you fight to protect them?”
“But no one was in danger. You were a kid-“
“Trisha, the Red Aztecs had it out for us before I was even born. They killed my Uncle Samwise because his sister had the indecency of marrying into us. You think that fox back there had a bad day? These monsters skin their people alive, chop up their bodies, and mail it back to the victim’s loved ones. And now they’re back and targeting us. So forgive me if I want to prevent the same thing from happening to everyone I care about.”
She looked away and stared into the desert. “I guess I got my answer.”
“If you’re asking if I’m willing to take another life, then yes I am. If you’re asking if I’ll do it in the near future, then I’ll know the minute it happens and no sooner than that. So you got your answer.”
“Is it just a game to you? Like racing in the streets?”
Dante shook his head. “You think I want to fight for fun? Against the Red Aztecs, there are no rules, judges, or referees. There’s no police arriving at the right moment to save the day. People die fighting against them. I don’t plan on losing against people like them. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us safe. If I have to be a wild dog, I’ll be the wild dog if it means keeping you safe.”
“Thank you,” she said bitterly, looking straight ahead at the incoming sunrise. “I finished what we came here to do. Let’s do home.”
It was a silent and long ride through the desert. Whether on a bike or a car, Dante usually loved to ride through the desert. He loved the desolate yet somber landscape. As a child, he would often hike the desert on foot to the chagrin of his mother.
Now, it felt like torture.
Trisha didn’t even bother to look at him. Yet, he could tell she was crying. The
His eyes became downcast. The young man knew where this was going. “What did you hear, Trisha?”
His voice was barely above you whisper. “That you’re a violent man. That your family has been a line of psychopaths that enjoy hurting people. That you nearly killed that man when you were a kid. It took two grown men to take you off of him when he was beaten half dead.”
Tears swelled in her eyes. She felt guilt bringing up these charges against the man she loved. However, Dante looked nonplussed at the accusation. “So that’s what you’ve heard.”
“Well, are they true or not?”
He sat back and looked out the window to the empty desert outside. The man was delaying his answer more than he was coming up with an excuse. “What you’ve heard is technically true. Yes, I attacked a member of the Red Aztecs. I was brought in by the police and sent to juvenile hall. No formal charges were thrown against me since I was a minor and the man I attacked had violated his parole. I did the crime and I did my time. End of story.”
Trisha glared at him for speaking like a lawyer. “That’s not an answer.”
“What are you? Judge, jury, and executioner?”
“I’m your wife,” she said, believing the statement for the first time. “Back in the hotel, I’ve seen wild dogs less dangerous than you. I can’t ignore this side of you any longer. I want to know what kind of man I’m with.”
He pointed outside to the empty desert landscape. “You couldn’t have picked a better place to spring this up!”
“Dante, please tell me.”
The young man rubbed his eyes before speaking. “Trisha, suppose your family was in danger. Would you fight to protect them?”
“But no one was in danger. You were a kid-“
“Trisha, the Red Aztecs had it out for us before I was even born. They killed my Uncle Samwise because his sister had the indecency of marrying into us. You think that fox back there had a bad day? These monsters skin their people alive, chop up their bodies, and mail it back to the victim’s loved ones. And now they’re back and targeting us. So forgive me if I want to prevent the same thing from happening to everyone I care about.”
She looked away and stared into the desert. “I guess I got my answer.”
“If you’re asking if I’m willing to take another life, then yes I am. If you’re asking if I’ll do it in the near future, then I’ll know the minute it happens and no sooner than that. So you got your answer.”
“Is it just a game to you? Like racing in the streets?”
Dante shook his head. “You think I want to fight for fun? Against the Red Aztecs, there are no rules, judges, or referees. There’s no police arriving at the right moment to save the day. People die fighting against them. I don’t plan on losing against people like them. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us safe. If I have to be a wild dog, I’ll be the wild dog if it means keeping you safe.”
“Thank you,” she said bitterly, looking straight ahead at the incoming sunrise. “I finished what we came here to do. Let’s do home.”
It was a silent and long ride through the desert. Whether on a bike or a car, Dante usually loved to ride through the desert. He loved the desolate yet somber landscape. As a child, he would often hike the desert on foot to the chagrin of his mother.
Now, it felt like torture.
Trisha didn’t even bother to look at him. Yet, he could tell she was crying. The
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