Chapter 23
Brewer
A mistake?
Did Makenna really think I was a mistake?
Fuck. This was supposed to be the one night I enjoyed her before all this bullshit went down. The one night where I was supposed to have her in my arms and send myself off with the feel of her against me. All I wanted to do was keep her ass out of this club shit. Was that so much to ask? It was dangerous. They’d come after her and Ana while I was put away if I didn’t shield her from it.
What the hell was so hard to understand about my wanting to keep her safe?
She wasn’t a mistake. She could never be a mistake. What we shared could never be a mistake. But it didn’t stop how much it hurt. Nonetheless, it was probably for the best that she ran off. That she was pissed off at me. That she left instead of stayed. It would do both of us a lot of good with the feelings we’d gotten ourselves into. Maybe this situation would turn her attention elsewhere so she didn’t get tangled up in a dangerous asshole like me.
It wouldn’t have ever worked with us anyway. Not with the kind of life I led.
Even if she hated me, I would still have Rock check on her while I was gone.
I stalked down the hallway and up the stairs to grab some towels. The kitchen was fucking soaked. It was soaked and it smelled like her. Two things I needed to rectify. I tossed some dirty towels down the stairs before grabbing clean ones, then I started digging around for cleaning supplies. I needed to wipe down that table. Wipe down the fridge. Wipe down just about every damn surface of my kitchen she touched.
My life had become drenched in her.
It took me almost an hour to clean up that damn kitchen. Then another thirty minutes to get the dishes cleaned up and out of the way. By the time I was done, I was dripping with sweat and aching for a hot shower. My body still smelled like her. The beautiful scent was enough to send my chest into overdrive. My gut clenched and a brick settled in my feet.
I wanted Makenna to come back.
Tossing the towels in the washer, I started them on the hottest cycle I could. Nothing in my house needed to smell like her after I was done cleaning it. Then I went upstairs and suffered through a cold shower to clean myself down. My mind still swirled with her. My cock still pulsed for her. What the hell had I been thinking getting myself tied up in a woman like her? A woman with a kid who had absolutely no idea the type of danger I was?
Maybe being in jail for five months would rid me of my addiction to her.
The washer churned downstairs and my house smelled of disinfected lemon. I pulled on a pair of pajama pants and flopped into bed, raking my hands down my face.
Makenna should’ve been with me.
She should’ve been against my body and pinned to my bed.
I groaned as I rolled over, hoping sleep would take me under. I needed to prepare my mind for the mission at hand. I still had things with my own home I had to get together before I left it. Cleaning that needed to be done along with doors and windows that needed to be secured and shit.
But before sleep could sink its talons into me, the foundation of my home began to rattle. And a dull roar, like a distant lion on the prowl, came rumbling up the road.