That’s sweet, but it’s nothing but a pipedream. Goose will never go behind Justin’s back. He will never do something against the rules of the club.
Against the rules of society? Yes.
The club? Never.
I don’t ask her if he’s been called about me being here. I hope he never finds out. I don’t want him to know, and honestly, I don’t want Goffredo to know that he’s succeeded in his plan to make it to where I am ruined for all of them, a gigantic piece of trash. Goose will never know, so it doesn’t matter.
GOOSE
“The fuck you mean she’s in the hospital? Zadie just said she was hurt.”
Maverick doesn’t speak immediately. He clears his throat, then he lets out a whoosh of air. The silence is deafening, and I can’t help but feel completely out of control. I am too far away to do anything, and I mean that in so many more ways than just physical distance.
“I’m going to kill Ivy,” I grind out.
“Trent.”
The word comes out as a warning, and it’s my real name, so I know he means it, but I don’t think I care. In fact, I know I don’t. All I know is that Ivy is a goddamn dead man walking.
This is his doing.
Whatever happened to her, he didn’t do it, but he might as well have. If he had given me permission to be with her, none ofthis would have happened. She would have had my protection. My name.
“Is it not his fault?” I ask.
“Does it matter, really? Are you coming home?”
Home.
I don’t have a fucking home. “I’m a nomad, Maverick. I don’t have a home.”
Silence.
I’m met with silence again, but I can feel my brother’s ire. I don’t blame him. I would probably feel the same way if the tables were turned. Maverick would always have a home with me because he is part of me, and I know he feels the same way.
“Don’t cut your nose off to spite your face, Trent. You left without a second glance, and maybe you need the closure.”
“Where was she hurt?” I ask. Because I’m a fucking glutton for punishment.
“It doesn’t matter.”
His words consume me. They are ominous. “I need details.”
“No, you don’t, Trent. You’ve made it clear that you don’t need or deserve them.”
He ends the call, and I feel like the biggest piece of shit that walks the earth. Maybe I am, except I have a feeling there is another one. Whoever hurt Cidney is actually bigger. And I aim to figure out who it was.
Thumbing through the apps on my phone, I find her security cameras. The next thing I do is possibly the stupidest fucking move I’ve ever made in my entire goddamn life. I watch her cameras. And I see everything that was done to her. Everything that motherfucker did to her.
Everything I’m going to do to him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
GOOSE
Gathering my shit,I wave to Prez and get the fuck out of Wilmington. Straddling my bike, I ride as fast and far as I can. The few hours it takes to get from the beach to Raleigh is goddamn torture. The entire time, the surveillance footage plays on a repeat inside my head.
Over and over.
