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letting her ride your Harley. You forget how well I know you.”
He’s right.
If only it was that simple. If only me and Rox could just damn well be together like a normal couple. But no, first I gotta go on a fucking death quest just to make it safe for her to be with a man like me. And now…with this Kent shit, it’s even more fucked up.
I thought I could somehow push it down. I can’t. That’s become clear with all the time I‘ve had sitting in this truck to think ‘bout it; think ‘bout her being with that psycho.
“She’s been with him. With Kent,” I end up blurting out.
“What? He’s fucked her?”
I growl at just hearing those words. “Says they were engaged.”
“You gonna be able to get past that?”
“Dunno.”
Before I can say more, Rox and Dealer reach the open passenger door.
Her eyes are full of worry as she takes me in, sweating and exhausted. Whatever Runner gave me, I can feel it quickly draining me, zapping me of my strength and taking every ounce of energy I got left. My shirt’s off and blood’s staining my skin. And my shoulder’s a bloodied mess.
She reaches into the plastic bag she’s holding and pulls out a bottle of disinfectant. She makes a move to climb up into the cab, but I hold up my good hand. “Let Runner take care of it.”
She flinches at my dismissal and steps back, all dejected and shit. I look away, not wanting to see the pain on her face. I just can’t deal with all that shit right now. Knowing she’s been with that demented fucker ain’t an easy pill to swallow. Looking at her right now’s just a brutal reminder of it and it’s making me sick to my stomach.
“Neil,” she says sadly. “I—”
“Don’t. Not now. Can’t look at you right now.”
“What Malcolm said isn’t—”
“You fuck him?”
“I—”
“Yes or no?”
“Yes, but—”
“But nothing, Rox!”
“Ax,” Dealer growls, not liking the way I’m treating her.
“It’s fine,” she says quietly, before taking off behind the truck where she and Dealer parked the bikes.
Dealer steps up to the cab, his eyes narrowed as he tells me, “Watch yourself. You push her away this time and I’ll make damn sure that’s it between you two. For good. You won’t find her again. You got me?”
“He just needs some time,” Runner says.
“Yeah, well. Time ain’t something he’s got. I don’t want her staying at the clubhouse ‘round a bunch of horny, drunk fuckers. But she wants to stay with you. So, you’re gonna protect her. As far as the club knows, she’s your Old Lady. Only way to keep her safe and keep their hands off her, cuz you may have noticed, she ain’t the old Roxana. She don’t stand a chance there on her own without your protection right now. I need your word on it, or I’m taking her away right the hell now. You ain’t gonna put my daughter in danger again, Ax.”
“What you think of me?” I fume. “You think just cuz I’m pissed ‘bout her and Kent, I’d let anyone fuck with her? You got my word, all right? No one’s gonna fucking touch her.”
“The boys already know she’s off limits anyway,” Runner says. “Trust me. Ax has made that clear.”
He’s talkin’ ‘bout the time a few months back when I put him down after finding out ‘bout him getting aggressive with her.
“Make sure they get a reminder,” Dealer says, before stepping back and following after Rox.
Shit. Even before I found out ‘bout her and Kent, I shoulda realized what a dumb idea letting her come back to the clubhouse was. I shoulda said no when she suggested it. But I’d been too caught up in the idea of being ‘round her again after all this time and that’s all I’d seen. I’d just pictured her and me at the clubhouse together. Her in my bed. In close quarters. Taking care of her under my protection.
Jesus. Shit’s ‘bout to get way too fucking complicated.
Chapter 9
~Roxana~
I’m leaning against the garage outside, dragging on a
He’s right.
If only it was that simple. If only me and Rox could just damn well be together like a normal couple. But no, first I gotta go on a fucking death quest just to make it safe for her to be with a man like me. And now…with this Kent shit, it’s even more fucked up.
I thought I could somehow push it down. I can’t. That’s become clear with all the time I‘ve had sitting in this truck to think ‘bout it; think ‘bout her being with that psycho.
“She’s been with him. With Kent,” I end up blurting out.
“What? He’s fucked her?”
I growl at just hearing those words. “Says they were engaged.”
“You gonna be able to get past that?”
“Dunno.”
Before I can say more, Rox and Dealer reach the open passenger door.
Her eyes are full of worry as she takes me in, sweating and exhausted. Whatever Runner gave me, I can feel it quickly draining me, zapping me of my strength and taking every ounce of energy I got left. My shirt’s off and blood’s staining my skin. And my shoulder’s a bloodied mess.
She reaches into the plastic bag she’s holding and pulls out a bottle of disinfectant. She makes a move to climb up into the cab, but I hold up my good hand. “Let Runner take care of it.”
She flinches at my dismissal and steps back, all dejected and shit. I look away, not wanting to see the pain on her face. I just can’t deal with all that shit right now. Knowing she’s been with that demented fucker ain’t an easy pill to swallow. Looking at her right now’s just a brutal reminder of it and it’s making me sick to my stomach.
“Neil,” she says sadly. “I—”
“Don’t. Not now. Can’t look at you right now.”
“What Malcolm said isn’t—”
“You fuck him?”
“I—”
“Yes or no?”
“Yes, but—”
“But nothing, Rox!”
“Ax,” Dealer growls, not liking the way I’m treating her.
“It’s fine,” she says quietly, before taking off behind the truck where she and Dealer parked the bikes.
Dealer steps up to the cab, his eyes narrowed as he tells me, “Watch yourself. You push her away this time and I’ll make damn sure that’s it between you two. For good. You won’t find her again. You got me?”
“He just needs some time,” Runner says.
“Yeah, well. Time ain’t something he’s got. I don’t want her staying at the clubhouse ‘round a bunch of horny, drunk fuckers. But she wants to stay with you. So, you’re gonna protect her. As far as the club knows, she’s your Old Lady. Only way to keep her safe and keep their hands off her, cuz you may have noticed, she ain’t the old Roxana. She don’t stand a chance there on her own without your protection right now. I need your word on it, or I’m taking her away right the hell now. You ain’t gonna put my daughter in danger again, Ax.”
“What you think of me?” I fume. “You think just cuz I’m pissed ‘bout her and Kent, I’d let anyone fuck with her? You got my word, all right? No one’s gonna fucking touch her.”
“The boys already know she’s off limits anyway,” Runner says. “Trust me. Ax has made that clear.”
He’s talkin’ ‘bout the time a few months back when I put him down after finding out ‘bout him getting aggressive with her.
“Make sure they get a reminder,” Dealer says, before stepping back and following after Rox.
Shit. Even before I found out ‘bout her and Kent, I shoulda realized what a dumb idea letting her come back to the clubhouse was. I shoulda said no when she suggested it. But I’d been too caught up in the idea of being ‘round her again after all this time and that’s all I’d seen. I’d just pictured her and me at the clubhouse together. Her in my bed. In close quarters. Taking care of her under my protection.
Jesus. Shit’s ‘bout to get way too fucking complicated.
Chapter 9
~Roxana~
I’m leaning against the garage outside, dragging on a
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