*~*Love Note: Wyatt to Amber – Haunt by J.C. Emery*~*

Queens rule kings. 

Wyatt Strand is a hard man. He has hard features, speaks with harsh words, and has a hardened heart. Having served the Forsaken Motorcycle Club as Vice President, Wyatt is used to taking responsibility for his brothers, but when he’s handed the gavel everything changes. His brothers are now his men and the threat from the Italian mafia still looms in the distance. A president needs focus, but that’s nearly impossible when his old lady blows back into town and drops two very large bombshells on him.

 

Amber Wallace once told a lie that destroyed her world. What should have been her happily ever after turned into torturous once the club got their hooks in Wyatt. Drinking, drugs, and random women became the standard and the boy she fell in love with vanished. Her only choice to keep her unborn baby safe was to leave. Not that she ever stayed away for long. But now she’s back and she has to face the consequences of her choices. And Wyatt has to choose to open his heart to her again or to stay closed-off in his hollow world forever.

 

Love is never more beautiful than when it consumes you.

Mugs,

You probably don’t remember how you got that nickname, but I do. The first time I saw you, you were mean-mugging some scary old dude who looked like he would shoot you first and not even think to ask a question later. As a teenage boy, all I could think was how hot that was. I want to picture that look now– with your nose scrunched up and your eyebrows trying to become one– but I can’t. I close my eyes and all I see is your red face, tears streaming down your cheeks, and your eyes are effing huge. You were heartbroken the last time I saw your face. No. I broke your heart. I fucked up.

I tried to call you, but your number was disconnected. I was going to visit but I can’t get away. No, that’s a bold-faced lie. I can get out there (I assume you’re back in Michigan), but I’m a goddamn pussy. Getting on my bike and riding out there scares me. Too much time to think on the road. I’ve fucked up a lot of things in my life, but the absolute worst thing I ever did was push you away. I’m afraid I’d bitch out going through the mountains and ride off a cliff on purpose. Amber, baby, please. Just. Please. Let me know you’re okay.

Telling you I’m sorry won’t fix what I broke and it isn’t making me feel any better. I just have to say it even if I don’t ever send this to you. I’m supposed to be tough. I’m not supposed to be the dude who writes his old lady love letters, but you’re also not supposed to be gone. You’re should be here. Fuck, babe. Just come home and I’ll be better. I’ll clean up and quit fucking around. I’ll be the man you deserve. This is your call. Demand better of me and I’ll step up. That house you wanted? It’s yours. The crib you wanted me to build for our baby? It’s done. Anything you want, you got it. I don’t give a damn what you want. I’ll give it to you because the only thing I want is you back in our bed and in my arms.

Every ounce and every breath is yours.

I love you,

Wyatt