The house is large with four bedrooms and four baths. The living room, dining room and kitchen are situated in the middle of the house with two bedrooms with baths on the east and west sides of the house. I wanted Saylor and I to have one side and the guys to have the other, but dad wasn’t having it. So, Luca and I are on the east side while Capone and Saylor are on the west. It’s not ideal, but at least I have my own room with a door that locks.
The last thing I want to deal with right now is Luca getting his hands on me again.
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"Sup, Cap," I say. Walking inside the heat hits me warming my stone-cold skin. Shutting the back door behind me and flicking the locks one, two, three, four nice and sliding the lock chain in place I look at him.
"Why wasn't that locked?" I question looking at him.
"I knew you were out there, heard your bike pull up and Ace had just run out the fucking door." He spat at me as Saylor walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, look who decided to show up, Captain Dick Pants," she snapped at me as I stepped up to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She smelt of stale liquor and hard liquor at that.
"What?" she barked at Capone as he raised his hands up in defence.
"Nothing, Princess, nothing. " His voice shook with nerves. My eyes going from him and then her, yup he feels the wrath of the Austin twins also. Loving them is hard fucking work. Even to outlaws like us.
Saylor grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked away. I kicked out the chair and sunk down into it.
"This is going to be a long lockout, isn't it?" I said to my brother as he poured me a Jack on ice from the kitchen bench sitting across from me.
"Fucking feels like it may just be that, brother," he says taking a swig.
We sat and talked for hours; Senna did not come out once. Saylor only once after the first time her scowl said it all. Hungover as hell and bitchy about the lock down. Plus, she was spitting tacks at Capone. He didn't even see it poor bloke. I wonder if he knows she's in love with him.
After checking all the locks, doors, windows and prospects I flick the lights out leaving just the hallway light on. Walking into the living room I check it out finding my room just off it, the door open and a bag packed for me. No doubt Mrs H's handy work. Smiling for the first time all fucking week, that women is too thoughtful.
Walking across the room and to the side I open the curtain looking out, checking. My mind falls to Senna and what she's doing. Is she sleeping? Reading? Listening to music? Crying? Fuck it, I pad quietly to the door across the hall. I know that's her room, I had Capone tell me. He has the room down the hall and across from Saylor in the west wing. Senna and I are in the two in the east.
With one at the back of the house with an outside entrance for the prospects. Putting my ear to the door like I could possibly hear anything that way. I used to do it when Senna and Saylor would stay over at our place. Didn't work then, it won't work now. Running my fingers over the grainy wood I imagine what she's doing behind the door. What's running through her mind. Is she gunning fire, angry with me or has she cooled? How is her head? If Say has a hangover no doubt Sen has also and that means Lane too, fuck my poor mother.
My hand finds the cold metal doorknob and I don't even think, I twist the knob. The door clicks open and I slip inside leaving the door slightly ajar to allow the soft hue of the lounge room lights to splinter through the darkness of the room lighting up her stunning features. Her face is peaceful kneeling down at the side of her bed I run my fingers over her skin fanning back a few strands of hair that has feathered over her face in her sleep. Lowering my face close to hers, I take in her scent of coconut and Vanilla. Nothing beats this smell. She's home, she always has been, and she always will be. I just hope that she can look past what’s broken and bent with me and see that what I do I do because of her, for her, and for them, the club.
It's like fucking Russian roulette in this life and this place. She stirs as my fingers graze over her lips, so red so plump they tastelike heaven laced with sin. She's like a bullet in a bonfire, my red-haired goddess.
Twisting my body to lean my head onto the back of her bed I stare at the wall. I mulled over all I could lose; all we could lose if the world seen that I loved her. How much danger would she then be in? When they all find out that she's mine and wears my property patch. That she is Viper’s old lady. It would be over. She lives in fear now, is in danger and there’s constant threats just being the daughter of the feared president of the Ace of Spades MC.
It would be 20 times worst being mine. She would have all the men I'd wronged, all the men I had laid enforcement onto, all the clubs I had attacked, deals stopped, meth houses blown up after her. She would be in their crosshairs and I'd be fighting a consent battle keeping her safe. I’d be forever worried what the night would bring, having to leave on runs, club business leaving her unprotected. The odds add up and loving her just wouldn't be enough to keep her safe. From them nor me. It would only be a matter of time before someone got her or she woke up and seen that the love she found in me isn't enough to save her from the demon I possess.
Turning and standing, my lips find her warm forehead kissing her lightly.
"You will always fill that empty space, mine or not. I will always love you and still seek a stranger's bed. It's the only way I can keep you safe." I whisper into her skin slipping just as quietly from the room and out to mine. Kicking off my boots, undoing my belt and jeans I step from the stiff, worn denim. Pulling my cut off and hoodie with my t-shirt next, I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. Putting in my headphones, I just lay back and suck in some smoke. I let the music take me away from my vicious thoughts.
Chapter Sixteen
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Morning broke and with it so did the calm from the late night.
Walking into the kitchen I'm in just my jeans, the belt and top button undone. I need coffee before a hot shower and this meeting with the old men.
I regretted walking into the kitchen almost instantly. You could cut the tension with a knife. Capone sat scared on the corner seat next to the wall a pissed off Saylor sat staring at him till I walked in. Her and Senna's death stares found me causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up and goosebumps to ripple down with them.
"Morning ladies!" I smiled out extra chipper just to really dig it in. They were already pissed so fuck what was a little more fuel to the fire.
"Oh, morning is it like that?" Senna bites out at me.
"Yup Morning, doll face." leaning down I peck the side of her cheek as she pulls back.
