“Don’t tell me how to feel.”
“Sonja’s a patch whore,” he said. “She’s no one.”
I frowned. “I need you not to manage me right now, Orion. If she was no one, she wouldn’t be here. If she didn’t have something to offer, you guys would have gotten rid of her a long time ago. She may just be gash, but she’s not throw away gash.”
“Raquel, I did not fuck her two weeks ago.”
“I know that.” I waved my hand dismissively. “I’m not concerned about you and your fidelity to me. This is way bigger than us.”
“Bullshit.”
“How so?”
“None of this has anything to do with us,” he said.
“Honey, this has everything to do with us, if ‘us’ means you’re fractured with your club.”
“I’m not fractured with my club.”
I raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced what he said was true.
“I’m not. Things are a little complicated right now, but nothing is close to being fractured.”
“I can’t be the reason—”
“Stop,” he growled. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Razzle. You will never be anything but a positive part of my life.”
“Your dad looked pissed.”
Orion stepped closer to me. “Not at you.”
I tried to step back, but the counter stopped me, which gave Orion the chance to box me in. “Promise me that you’ll tell me if I’m making things difficult for you.”
He shook his head. “No.”
I gripped his cut. “Why the hell not?”
“Because you and the club are separate.”
“We aren’t.”
“How do you figure?”
“Do you want to have this conversation here?” I asked. “In public?”
He sighed. “Probably not.”
I studied his face. “What’s going on, Ori? The truth.”
He took my hand and led me into the walk-in pantry, turning on the light and closing the door behind us. “My dad has cancer.”
“Oh my god, honey, are you okay?”
“No. I’m fuckin’ pissed. He’s known for a month and didn’t tell us.”
“What does his doctor say?”
“It’s bad, Raquel. Really bad. He started chemo this week. Alone.”
