Chapter Eleven

Storm

 

 

 

 

My door opens, and if it's Becca, I don't think I can send her away again. It closes and hands scratch up my back, down my arms and then wrap around to grab my junk.

Turning around I see Lauren in my room. “Didn’t I tell you to fucking get lost earlier?

"Come, baby, you know I can help whatever is bothering you." She takes a step toward me.

"You can fucking help me by getting out of here. I don't want your ass, and I have nothing to say to you." She opens her mouth to say something. "Get the fuck out!" I roar, and she turns around leaving without a word.

This time when the door opens, it's Nikki and Pres, "Nik it's not your fucking business."

"The hell it isn't. Listen, you brought that girl here. You did whatever you did. Now you had her running out of here in tears. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Nikki is about a foot shorter than me, but she can still dish it out with the best of them.

"It's nothing I can explain right now." I look over at Pres, and he just shakes his head.

“You care about that girl?” It’s a direct question but such a complicated answer.

"I do, but they're so much—"

“No. You car about her then you fucking treat her right. Not do whatever the hell you just did.” She walks out of my room and slams the door.

Pres is still standing there. "I get that shit's complicated, but in this life, it always will be. At this point, you need to decide if she can handle being in it and if you want her in it. Both those questions are a yes then take care of your shit, if they aren't then let it die."

He walks out, and I know he's right. I had an immediate connection with Becca that I couldn't explain, and I don't want to throw that away just because things won't be easy. I have to tell her the truth sooner or later.

I grab my keys and head out to my bike. Lauren is still hanging around the bar area and start to walk over when I come out. Jesus. That girl doesn't fucking give up. I walk past her without a word. Once I'm on my bike I get to Becca's as fast as I can.

I take the steps two at a time knowing I need to see her, that I hurt her, and I'm so fucking sorry for it. I bang on the door, and Sara answers it. "What the hell do you want?"

Guess she knows.

"I need to see her." I move to come in, but she doesn't budge.

"I don't know what the hell you did to her, but I've never seen her this upset. Becca is one of the most amazing people I know, and she doesn't deserve the way you treated her."

I sigh. "I know that I fucked up, but I want to make it up to her. You just need to let me in so I can."

"Fine, but I'll be out here. If he upset her anymore, I'll rip your balls off." She points her finger at me, and I nod not wanting to mess with her right now.

I move to Becca's room, and when I open the door, it kills me. She's curled into a ball on her bed crying. I fucking did this to her. I walk over to her kicking off my boots. Laying down next to her I pull her body close to mine. "I'm so fucking sorry." I press my lips to her forehead as she shakes in my arms. "Please stop crying. I didn't mean it."

She pushes against my chest, but I held her close. "Did you mean it when you slept with Lauren after I left?"

I freeze, “What are talking about? I haven’t touched her in months.”

"I ran into her on my way out; she said you called her to your room." She sniffs trying to calm herself down.

My body tenses with anger. "She's a fucking liar. She came to my room, but I didn't ask her to, and I threw her out on her ass." I grip her chin raising her face to meet mine. "You are the only girl I want. You're all I thought about all day, and I wish I never had to leave your bed this morning. Things got crazy with club business today, and I shut my phone off. When you came, I wasn't in the right place to see you. I'm sorry."

She looks at me as if she’s trying to decide if I’m telling her the truth. “I thought it was because of everything I told you. I’ve always known that my past was screwed up, I just thought you couldn’t handle it.”

I stroke her cheek trying to wipe away the tears there. "No, you're fucking perfect. Past included. I have this crazy need to be around you, ever since the first time I met you and I'm done fighting it. I want you, in every way, you'll give yourself to me."

She relaxes against me. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

I need to tell her about my past I need to let her know my connection to her.

“Angel? I need to tell you something.”

She doesn’t respond. I look down to see her eyes close. She fell asleep. I decide to take the coward way out and let her sleep. I can always tell her a different day.