Bound and Broken: Claimed by the MC

Prologue

I'm not sure how long I'm standing there for, staring at the ground in front of me. I don't stop looking at it until I feel a hand slide into my own, and intertwine their fingers with my own. It's not just her hand that pulls me out of my reverie, but her scent, the warmth I feel whenever she's near.

"Hey," she says softly when I look down at her. "Let's go," it's not a demand, in fact, it sounds more like a question. "Everyone is waiting for you back at the clubhouse."

"They can start without me," I say gruffly.

"No, they can't."

"It's just a party."

"It's not just a party, and you know that. It's a remembrance."

"I don't think I've ever heard that word come out of a brother's mouth."

"No, I don't think I have either. It's a good thing there's two old ladies in the club now to take care of the little things like that."

"There shouldn't even be a f.ucking remembrance!" I yell, unable to stop myself, thankfully when I look back at her, Ameilia doesn't look scared. Her eyes are shining with unshed tears.

"I know, it sucks that we're here. It's not fair, but it's also not your fault."

"No? I'm the f.ucking President. I'm supposed to protect my men, and one of them can get k.illed in a hospital room with our men guarding them? It is my fault. And this s.hit has to end now."