I snort. “Don’t let Ava hear you say that. Those are fighting words.”
He smiles wide. “Did you and Reaper ever reconnect with your parents?”
“No.” I didn’t mean for it to sound so abrupt.
He drifts off for a moment. “Would you want to? I could find them for you.”
I feel lightheaded. “I... I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it, probably because Reaper was always my family. And I’m certain Reaper would say a hard no.” Reaper never liked talking about our parents. He resented them for being neglectful and selfish. I get it, which is why I never pursued it. But there’s always that what-if. Are they better people now? Do they regret what they did? It could provide closure, or it could go very badly.
“Fair enough. That’s understandable.” He leans back in his chair casually. “If you ever do change your mind. Just let me know and I’ll help track them down.”
I nod, a little choked up.
“Why’d you want to be a doctor?”
My lips curve up into a slow smile. That’s easy. “I care about people. I wanted to contribute to the world and do something important. I want to matter, save lives, and help people when they’re at their worst.” There was never a backup plan; it was always the job for me.
Twitch puts his hand over mine. “You matter.”
In my periphery, I see Mercedez making her way over to us, so I pull my hand away. My hand feels warm where his touch lingered.
When Mercedez reaches us, she stands between us with pursed lips. She stares at Twitch. “Let’s go to bed. I’m tired.”
He glances at me before answering her. “I’m sleeping by myself. I didn’t sleep well last night.”
Is he lying to her because we had sex and he’s keeping his distance from her? She doesn’t like me, and she isn’t with Twitch, but I guess she likes him. I feel bad that she won’t get the happy ending she’s wanted for so long, and that’s partly because of me.
I stand despite the awkwardness. “Good night,” I say, giving them a small smile before going up the stairs.
“Good night, Milly,” Twitch replies, and I feel his eyes on me as I walk to my room. Our connection is stronger now. Our confessions of guilt have been aired, and we have both agreed to keep our secret.
FOUR
DEADLY OBSESSION
Twitch
The smellof pancakes wakes me. I blink a few times, surprised to find Mercedez asleep in my bed. She must have sneaked in. Annoyance festers; she needs to learn boundaries. I get up, leaving her there, and head downstairs. At the dining room table, I shovel pancakes onto my plate, drizzle them with honey, and pile on strawberries and cream. I take a seat and dig in. Delicious. Not as good as my mom’s, though.
Axle snorts from beside me. “Calm down with your moaning. It’s only pancakes.”
While my mouth is full, I moan loudly again with a big grin on my face.
He playfully elbows me and chuckles. “I don’t want to listen to that shit.”
Milly is sitting across from me, smiling. I stretch my leg out and rub my foot against hers under the table. I should just let her be, but I enjoy our cat-and-mouse game. I brush my foot against hers again, but she doesn’t make eye contact.
“Okay, who’s playing footsies with me under the table?” Viper asks, and everyone bursts out laughing.Oh, shit!
Milly shoots me a pointed look, knowing it’s me. A chuckle escapes. Being with her makes me reckless, but I need to be more careful. She weakens my self-control—she’s my kryptonite.
I live in the now, so it’s only when I reflect on my actions later that I feel shitty because the club is the most important thing to me and I’m putting it all at risk. I’m aware there will be consequences, but I’m torn between wanting Milly and wanting to keep the peace at the club.
I look across at her. She’s wearing a fitted top that shows her curves, and I saw her walk in wearing tight jeans. She’s a wet dream. I remember how silky her skin feels and how I wanted her to stay in my arms all day and night. I look at her lips and remember how good she tastes, how tight she is, and the look on her face when she comes. I shift in my seat—not the best time to get a hard-on, surrounded by the MC men, but I can’t help it. I’m a freak for her, and she’s my weakness.
Images of her naked body flood my mind. I smirk. If heaven exists, that’s it. I can’t believe that out of all the women, I’m obsessed with the president’s sister—the one person who could sign my death warrant. Something’s wrong with me. No one’s ever made me want to be monogamous, but after having Milly, I can’t even think about anyone else. Being with her is effortless. The world stops when I’m with her.
The sweet butts get up and start clearing everyone’s plates.
