“It’s different for us. There has always been a wicked chemistry between the two of you. The only ones oblivious were you. Delphi never saw me like that. She only had eyes for Snake.”
“And now?”
“She reacts to me with every touch. Her eyes follow me everywhere, and she hates herself for it,” I admit.
Legs looks at me before patting the seat beside her. I sit down, careful not to touch her so Midas doesn’t lose his shit.
“Tell me about Snake.”
Midas hisses, and I straight up curse his name. Legs shakes her head, her eyes taking on a soft, sad smile.
“That’s gonna be your first hurdle. If she can’t talk to you about him, he’ll always be between you.”
“What’s there to talk about? He was an evil motherfucker who deserved to die,” Midas snaps, but Legs just looks at me.
“He was a bad man. Nobody is debating that, least of all me. Del knows this. If all this had come out and Snake lived, she’d have left him and never spoken to him again, no matter how she felt.”
“How she felt?” I shake my head, clearly not getting it.
“You know she loved him. That’s why you were so quick to assume she was somehow a part of all that went down. I’m not going to touch how fucked-up that is.”
Midas shakes his head. “You weren’t there.”
“Neither was Del.”
“She should have been, though. The last few months, we barely saw her. Seemed like she was putting distance between herself and the club, like she knew something was going to go down,” Midas tells her.
“And nobody asked?”
“Snake kept making excuses?—”
“So nobody actually asked Del.”
Neither of us says anything to that. In an MC, a brother’s word is usually enough, though given the source, she’s right. We should have checked.
“Regardless of all that, the man who died was evil, yes. But up until that point, he was also the doting husband. He treated Del like she was spun from gold. And then he was gone. All that was left was this darkness that was almost like an infection that spread into every aspect of her life. And all the while, people expected her just to turn everything off. Turn off her love, turn off her grief, her sadness, and heartbreak. To do that, she had to amputate parts of herself just to stop herself from bleeding out. He was a bad man, but he was a good husband, and nobody remembers that but her. Until you can find a way to bridge that gap, you’ll always be stuck floundering on the outside of her walls. It’s the only way she knows how to protect herself.”
“Shit.” The thing is, on a fundamental level, I get it. Everything she says makes sense. But when I think of Snake, I’m consumed by a white-hot rage, making it impossible to have any rational kind of thoughts.
The sound of a door cracking open has us all turning. I can see it’s the door to Delphi’s room, but before I can make her out, the door closes again.
“I’ll go talk to her.” Legs sighs.
“I’m not sure?—”
Legs cuts Midas off with a glare, holding out her hand so he can help her up.
“I wasn’t asking for permission. She’s my friend. All we have right now is thanks to that woman, and I’ll be damned if I let her think for even a second she has to figure this out alone.”
“She’s not alone. She has me,” I bite out.
“You don’t count. Your perspective on shit is different than ours.” She holds up her hands. “Until you have to jump and jiggle to get into a pair of jeans and hover over a toilet seat to pee in a public toilet, your perspective is different,” she snaps before waddling off down the hallway.
We both watch her go before I turn to Midas. “She carrying a kid or a demon?”
“I ask myself the same thing daily.”
Chapter Nine
