Chapter Fifty-One
Rem
What the fuck is taking so long?
I checked my phone again. Exactly two minutes had gone by since I last looked. My toe was banging against the bar, and the stool groaned every time I shifted impatiently.
Greyson had sent Jordan to see Isabel to “feel her out”. I’d wanted to go, but Greyson said that Jordan should go alone. “She trusts him,” he said. My anger flared at the comment, but I held it back because I knew he was right.
So now all I could do was sit and wait. I’d actually been doing that ever since we got back from the Snakes’ clubhouse a few days ago. I waited around long enough to bring everyone up to speed, but when I tried to go to Isabel, Greyson stood in my way.
“Let her have some time,” he said. “She is not going anywhere without her father.”
It felt wrong, but I listened to his advice, not wanting to push Isabel further away by putting our shit before her father.
The only bright spot in the last few days was watching Amy pack up and leave. We didn’t need a vote to banish a Heart, and it was important to make an example of her. Unlike Isabel, we all watched her walk of shame out of this club. She’d manipulated the club and put a brother behind bars, all for her own purposes. Amy was now blacklisted. No club within the Midwest would take her in. Surprisingly, she didn’t try to cry or beg, just walked her lying ass out the door and straight to the curb.
Jordan found texts on her phone from Chico, telling her what to do with the tracker.
That was another thing I felt guilty about. I kept wondering what I did to make Amy believe we could be more than fuck buddies.
Just then I heard the door open from the offices. Greyson and Jordan walked in and headed straight for me. I instantly stood and met them halfway.
“So?” I asked simply.
Jordan slid past me and went to the bar for a beer. After he took a gulp, he turned back to us. “She isn’t mad at the club and she is on board with the story, but she thinks it’s best that we leave her alone going forward.”
My fists clenched. She can’t be serious.
Greyson looked at me, his eyes light with amusement. “What are you going to do?”
I didn’t bother to answer him, just went to the door. Greyson knew the answer. That woman was mine, and she was coming back.
It was a mistake to give her time. Patience and subtlety were not the way to Isabel’s heart. I figured that out when I bent her over that pool table in the clubroom for our first time. She only responded to strength and action. Too much time in her own head made her doubt herself. It was my job to set her straight.
The ride to the hospital felt like forever, but I was there in twenty minutes. I saw Isabel walking down the street, probably on her way to the hospital’s motel a block away. I pulled up onto the side walk in front of her. She froze in place while her eyes widened, her mouth hanging open.
“I want to talk to you,” I said over the noise of my engine.
She shook her head. “Leave me alone, Rem. Please.”
She quickly walked around me, effectively dismissing me. Her defiance pissed me off, but it was the edge I needed to keep going.
I put my kickstand in place and left my bike on idle. She let out a yelp as I grabbed her elbow and spun her around so I could pull her against me. She didn’t fight me, but she turned her face away from mine.
I growled. “Isabel, you are mine, damn it. I won’t let you walk away.”
“Let me go,” she whispered, but I could tell there was no conviction in the statement.
By the sound of her voice, I knew what had to be done. Pushing her backwards into a small alley, I made sure her back was to the wall before I lowered my head and took her lips. The effect was instant and exactly what I wanted. Her body softened into mine, and her mouth opened like a flower to the sun. I took possession, meshing my mouth to hers and putting all my lust between us. One hand fell to her ass where I squeezed and cupped her beautiful flesh. My other hand caressed her neck and into her hair. She breathed heavily between my kisses, but her lips were yielding and they tasted like heaven beneath my tongue.
When I knew she was feeling the same overwhelming need that I was, I gripped her hair and yanked it back. Her eyes stayed close as I moved my mouth to her ear. “Remember the last time you thought there was nothing between us, Isabel?” I said, I wanted her thinking about our first time, when I took her virginity like a stallion mounting a mare. Her fingers squeezed into my skin, and she arched her back, moaning as her breasts brushed my chest. She remembered.
I smiled to myself as I asked, “Do you want me to do that again? Right here? Right now?”