Chapter Eleven
Sydney
With everything the way it is currently, I don’t know what to do or say. Hendrix told his president that he wanted his brother dead. I can’t even imagine what he’s feeling or thinking right now, but one thing I know for sure is that he is serious about it.
After he talked with his president and the rest of the guys for a few more hours, he finally helped me pack a bag, and now we are at the clubhouse.
I never thought that I would be allowed here again, but for some odd reason, Cason allowed it. I’m lying in Hendrix’s bed staring at the ceiling wondering what is going to happen next. As soon as we got here, one of the guys took Callen to another room and when I went to ask why, Hendrix stopped me.
He told me that it was club business and didn’t have anything to do with me so I wouldn’t find out what was happening. I started to follow them, but he grabbed me and forced me into his room, shutting the door behind us.
His words were cold and final when he told me, “Her father did some bad shit to the club. She might have the answers they are looking for right now. Don’t ask any questions, and never disrespect me in front of them. They aren’t always forgiving.”
I shut my mouth after that and dropped my body on the bed, not really caring about the pain that shot through me from it.
Feeling pain reminded me that I’m alive. That I may be suffering on the inside, but things are still okay for the most part.
The door to the room opens, and I watch as Hendrix comes walking in. He shuts the door softly almost like he doesn’t want to wake me, but I never fell asleep. I don’t feel safe unless he was in here with me and he had church, whatever that means.
As his eyes scan the room, they land on me and a small grin forms on his lips.
“Best fucking sight right there,” he murmurs as he comes closer to the bed, starting to strip down as he moves. When he gets to the bed, he crawls toward me and grips the back of my neck with one hand, pulling my face to his. His kiss is feather light before he collapses to his side and pulls me into his body.
“Is Callen okay?” This has been driving me crazy with worry since we got here and now that we are alone, I want to know an answer.
“She’s fine. She and Robbie just had it out in the hallway though when I took her back to the room she’s in for now.” I frown at him, and he just buries his face into my neck.
“What do you mean they had it out in the hallway? She doesn’t even know him.” He starts to chuckle, and I want to punch him in the gut for it, but I refrain.
“No baby, they certainly know each other. Prez was about to question Robbie, but he stormed off all pissed about something your friend said.” I push him away enough to stare at him in confusion. “Stop thinking so fucking hard about it. Robbie has fucked more women than anyone I know, and she might be another one on his list of conquests. That’s probably it.”
I bite my bottom lip as I think that over, but I can’t imagine Callen being with a biker ever. When we had talked about sex, she told me that she wasn’t a virgin anymore and that she lost her virginity… “Oh my God! Robbie was the guy she lost her virginity to.” My eyes widen as the words come out of my mouth. I slap my hand over it, but they are already out, and I can’t take them back.
“You serious?”
I stare at him, and his smile just gets bigger and bigger. “Oh fuck, I need to tell this to Brant. He’ll get a kick out of it.” Just as he grabs his phone from his pocket, I put my hand on his, stopping him from writing a message to Brantley.
“Please don’t tell anyone I told you. I don’t even know if it was really him.” I give him my best sad look, and he rolls his eyes before pocketing his phone.
He rolls me over and settles between my thighs, not doing anything more than that. The doctor told me that it would be about two weeks before I can do much besides lay in bed and nurse my broken heart. She said I may not experience the loss because of how early it was in the pregnancy, but I don’t know. Part of me feels like I’ve lost something and the other part of me feels fine.
“Why do you think it was with him?” He runs his finger along my collarbone, and I think back to the night that Callen told me about the guy she lost her virginity to.
“She said that she came to Vegas with her sister for spring break last year and that she hooked up with a guy. Her words were that she met him at a bar off the Strip. I guess the place was a rundown old bar and that the guy came to the bar and stood next to her to get a drink. After a few drinks, she got some courage to go dancing with her sister, and that’s when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him.”
I look down at him, and he’s still got that stupid grin on his face.
“She didn’t go into much detail, but she ended up leaving with him. Something about him taking her virginity on his bike somewhere out in the mountains.”
“Oh shit.” He starts laughing which in turn makes me laugh. “He never fucks virgins. Something about them being clingy or some shit. This makes the story even better.” Before I can tell him not to say anything, his phone rings and he’s laughing his ass off as he answers it.
“God, I never thought I’d see the day! You fucked her. That’s why you’re so pissed at that girl we brought back tonight.” He starts laughing even harder than before, and I can hear Robbie swearing.
“Shut the fuck up. I’ll fucking gut you if you tell the others.”
“Yeah, fucking right. I’d like to see you try, fucker. So what do you want?” He finally stops laughing, and I just shake my head at him when he looks up at me with that stupid grin on his face.
“Where has she been the last year? Who the fuck hurt her?”
I feel him take a deep breath. “I have no fucking clue where she’s been. I just met Callen earlier to –”
Robbie cuts Hendrix off and yells into the phone, “God fucking dammit. Are you fucking serious? Her name is Callen fucking Cruz?”
My eyes widen at his tone, and Hendrix rolls off of me and sits up on the bed. “You didn’t know her name?” I sit up too and listen in on their conversation even though I am aware I shouldn’t. I’m dying to know why they don’t like her name.
“No, I didn’t fucking ask. That night I wasn’t thinking. I just fucked her, and she gave me the wrong number when I dropped her off. I tried to call her, but it was bogus. Fucking hell. My old man is going to fucking flip. I slept with the damn bastard’s daughter.”
“You liked her.”
I don’t hear his response as Hendrix moves off the bed and toward the bathroom. The rest of their conversation is muted, and I miss out on all the good details. Lying back on the pillows, I stare at the ceiling and take a deep breath.
The last few weeks have felt like my whole world was going to crash in on me and that there was nothing that I could have done to change it. I lost everything in the blink of an eye, and then it all changed. I’m lucky, to say the least.
If Hendrix wouldn’t have come for me, I would probably still be with Sampson, or worse – dead.
My phone starts to ring, and it scares the crap out of me. Hendrix comes through the bathroom door and stares at me with the phone still to his ear. I look down at the screen before looking back at him, terror probably taking over my features. I don’t know what to do.
“He’s calling.” His voice is hard as he comes closer to me. “Get Trace in here. I need him to run the number, now.” Hendrix drops his phone on the bed and stands in front of me, looking nothing like the sweet guy he was just moments before. “Answer it, Syd.”
I nod my head and hit the answer button, putting it on speaker. “Hello?” My voice is wobbly, and my hand that’s holding the phone starts to shake.
“I know he’s there with you. My big brother wouldn’t just leave the one he loves when she needed him the most. So I’ll cut to the chase. Hendrix, you disappoint me. The blood we share should always have a stronger pull than the bullshit brotherhood you have with those degenerates.” The door to the room opens and a few men bound in leather that I’ve never seen come inside.
“You spit on our family by becoming someone you are not. Our father would roll over in his grave at the disrespect.”
Hendrix laughs at that. “You are so fucking delusional. Our father was a coward. He beat the shit out of us and left us to fend for ourselves at ten years old. He was never a father to us, and you are exactly what I don’t want to become. Whatever it is you want from me, come take it. You got your fucking bullshit revenge. An eye for an eye, blood for blood. Congratu-fucking-lations. You took my unborn child from me, and that is something I’ll never get over.”
A scoffing sound comes from the line, and I freeze.
“That kid could have been mine.” All the blood runs from my face, and Hendrix looks at me, his eyes burning into me.
“You may have had her first, but that was months ago. She wasn’t that far along.” His eyes still don’t leave me, and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I set the phone on the bed and rush to the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet in time to throw up.
There isn’t much in my stomach other than the ginger ale that Hendrix brought in a while ago. Something about it settling my stomach, but it apparently didn’t work very well.
When I finish throwing up my guts, I rest my warm forehead against the cold porcelain. I don’t move from this spot, terrified to hear anything else that Sampson says or the questioning look from Hendrix.
I don’t want to deal with this anymore, but I know I don’t have a choice.
My choices have consequences, and I know that Hendrix may very well choose to just cut his losses and let me fend for myself.
The sound of boots coming toward me brings my head up from the toilet, and I see Hendrix standing over me, watching me. Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to anticipate his next words, but I can’t. I don’t know what he’s going to say right now, or what he’s feeling.
As he gets closer, he reaches over and flushes the toilet before kneeling down, so we are closer to the same height.
“When did you fuck him?” I swallow the lump that is forming in my throat.
A tear falls from my eye, and I don’t bother trying to wipe it away. All the dirty secrets of what happened have already come out. What’s one more?
“Three months ago.”