Chapter 20
As soon as he was asleep, I was out of there. I didn’t need to stay any longer. It was a mistake to go there in the first place. I shouldn’t have gone, I should have been stronger and walked in the other direction the minute I saw him. Nothing good will come out of being with him. We’re from two entirely different worlds, and I don’t see how they can combine. Unfortunately, I learned this the hard way.
I go straight to the office. I’ve been back at work since I returned, my father requesting so. Tragger is there when I walk in. He looks at me and shakes his head, telling me it’s not a good time to see him. I sit at my desk and do the required paperwork for the day, and get lost in it. By the time my phone starts ringing I notice the time, and two hours have passed since I left Zeke. His voice messages demanding to see me, his texts. I ignore them all.
I watch as my father walks out of his office, pinpointing me and walking straight in my direction. The man he is with, he dismisses like a fly. He stops when he gets to me shaking his head in disappointment. “We need to talk, Bexley.”
I nod my head knowing it was coming, Tragger tells my father everything. Another reason our relationship never worked.
By the time I have finished talking to my father, I’m exhausted and just need to sleep, today has been too long. But when I pull up at my home, Zeke is there waiting for me. Dressed in all black and looking deadly. He stands taller when he sees me, stalks straight to me and grabs my chin and lifts it up. So I’m in his face.
“Did I say you could leave when I was sleeping?” he asks, sounding more than a little angry with me. I shake my head no, and break away from his grip.
“I want you to come back,” he says leaning into me now. “I’m leaving tonight, I want you to go with me,” he says. I know it’s something I have to do, but will it destroy me?
“Okay,” I reply giving in, just not for the reasons he’s thinking. Others. His face changes, not believing I would give in so easily.
“Just like that?” he says, sounding surprised.
“Just like that,” I repeat to him. He nods his head and follows me up to my apartment, I grab what I need and pack it in a bag. It’s not enough, but it will do. He grabs a photo on my nightstand and smashes it in front of me. It’s of me and Tragger. Tragger is kissing my cheek at our engagement party.
“Was that necessary?” I ask him looking to the ground where my smashed photo is littering the floor. He nods his head and grabs my bag as he walks past me wanting me to follow, so I do.
As soon as we arrive at his house, I crawl into bed and fall asleep. I remember Zeke coming in barely and pulling me to him. Then when he realized I was still dressed he undressed me in my sleepy haze.
The next morning when I wake up, I’m alone in bed. I get up and walk to the kitchen to make coffee, and I realize I’m only dressed in my shirt and boy shorts. I don’t care, though, I need something to wake me up, and coffee does the trick. I hear him before he enters; he’s on his phone and is walking my way. He stops talking when he sees me, I don’t turn around.
“I could fuck you right now,” he says his voice husky and right next to my ear.
“Why don’t you,” I answer back, egging him on.
“I have clubhouse business,” he says moaning into my ear, pressing himself into me showing me how bad he wants me.
“Let me come,” I ask. His face looks like he’s trying to work out why I would ask such a thing. It’s not something I’d typically request, and he knows this.
“There isn’t much for you to do there, Bexley. Why would you want to come?”
“Just want to see where you go. What you do.”
“Do you want to know why I go there, Bexley?” he asks me his voice darker.
“Yes.”
“It’s my clubhouse, Bexley, I am the president.”
“Are you joking?” I ask him.
“No, Bexley.”
“But you don’t even ride a motorcycle,” I say not remembering ever seeing one.
“I do, actually I’m going to take you on the back of it,” he says not referring to the ride at all.
“What if I don’t want to go on the back,” I say playing dumb.
“I’ll let you ride me on the front,” he says stepping closer. My heart beats heavily against my chest, and my nipples go hard. His phone rings again, and my heart rate slows down, knowing he’ll need to answer it. He steps back and looks down at me and pinches my nipple. “Get dressed in jeans,” he says while he responds and walks away.
His bike is enormous and sexy, it fits him perfectly. The ride to the clubhouse was smooth and fast. My hands wrapped tightly around his waist. When we arrive, I instantly see Dunk and he smiles at me like he knows something I don’t. I take the helmet off and pass it to Zeke, he places them on the bike and grabs my hand and pulls me to an old garage. There are at least twenty men inside, a pool table, bar, and a Harley on display. It’s everything a clubhouse should be. They all scream for him when he enters and so do all the club girls. The skanks are dressed in nothing but lingerie. Some give me evil looks, some are too high to care who the fuck I am. A few men want to know who I am, and why I’m here. Zeke gives them a look that tells them to shut up or else. He kisses my cheek and calls the boys in for church. He leaves me at the bar with a prospect, telling him to keep me company and make sure I receive whatever I want. The kid is young, wearing his cut as a badge of honor. His cut isn’t like the rest, the club logo is on it, but he isn’t a full member.
“What can I get ya?” he asks me. I ask for a coffee and when he returns he starts asking me questions.
“You Prez’s Old Lady?” he asks, leaning over the bar an checking me out.
“You could say that,” I say. His eyes drop to my breasts and I click my fingers in front of his face, bringing his attention back to my eyes.
“What is it that you do?” I ask him.
“Whatever Dunk wants, kill or runs, anything really.” He thinks he’s being tough saying these things to me. What an idiot!
“You actually killed anyone before, kid?” I ask him, thinking he’s joking, trying to impress. He nods his head.
“Yep, straight in the back. Shot him once and he dropped,” he says.
“Where’s the body?” I ask him, acting like I don’t believe a word he’s saying while rolling my eyes.
“In Sunset Lake,” he says proudly. Again, what an idiot!
“Billy, what are you talking about?” Dunk asks from the side of the bar. I didn’t see him there, and neither did Billy. Dunk looks at me, really looks at me. His eyes assessing me. “What is it that you do for work, Bexley?” he asks sitting next to me, I straighten my back up and look at him.
“I didn’t tell you, why would I?” I retort, one side of his lips quirks up. He’s deadly, I can tell.
“Because you’re fucking my brother. These are things whores need to tell me.”
Oh no, he didn’t…I can feel my face turning different shades of red. He sits there smiling now while watching my reaction. My arm responds on its own and I slap him so hard he nearly falls off the stool not expecting it. He finally rights himself and gets in my face, ready to hit me back. I prepare myself for it and go into a stance to protect my face. Just before he does, I’m whipped backward.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Zeke yells from behind me, holding Dunk’s arm just outside of his hitting distance.
“You don’t really know who she is, do you, brother?” Dunk asks, his evil eyes trained on me, accusing me.
“Of course, I do,” he says pulling me behind him now. He’s only inches away from Dunk and they’re face to face.
“She was asking questions, not the type of questions an Old Lady would ask. I don’t trust her,” he says looking over his shoulder at me. Zeke does too, with a wondering look in his eyes before he turns back to Dunk.
“I’ll only say this once. If you ever touch a hair on her head, I will end you.” He then grabs my hand and takes me away from the situation. Everyone's eyes are on us as we leave. Well, mainly me, giving me worse stares now than when I first arrived.