It happened to me, not him. As he takes his time working through shit, I feel the stirring rebellion of resentment grow, which is precisely what I didn’t want. Something has to give, and it has to be soon, before one of us breaks.
“You want to go out and grab something to eat later?”
I look over at him as he parks the truck. “I thought Hannibal and Lola were going to be at the clubhouse tonight.”
“No, they are. But I don’t need to be there?—”
“Kruger. Hannibal is your friend.”
“Hannibal doesn’t have friends.”
He jumps out of the truck, but I’m too pissed to wait for him. Instead, I open the door and jump down.
“You’re supposed to wait for me.”
“I’m capable of getting out of a truck all on my own. Been doing it my whole life,” I snark back.
“Hey, what’s with the fucking attitude?” He pins me to the truck and leans over me. My heart rate picks up as he cages me in.
“I don’t have an attitude. You’re the one acting all fucking weird, and I can’t handle it anymore.”
“How am I acting weird?”
“Ever since I told you about Samuel?—”
“Don’t.”
“See, this is what I’m talking about. You’re making me wish I kept my goddamn mouth shut, which sucks because it meansI don’t feel comfortable telling you anything else. And where the hell does that leave us?”
“You can tell me anything. I’ll do better?—”
I shove him. “I don’t need you to be better. I need you to be my Kruger. I don’t know what you’ve done with him, but I want him back, dammit.”
“Why? What the fuck would you want with that loser? I’m the reason this happened. I let you down, I?—”
I slap him, stunning the shit out of us both. I cover my mouth with my hand, shock rendering him speechless.
“Don’t talk about yourself that way,” I hiss, feeling tears prick my eyes. God, I’m so sick of crying. What is it with this man? “I didn’t lose my boy because of you. I didn’t lose my husband because of you.” I hold my hand up before he argues with me. “He made that choice when he turned traitor. He marked himself for death. If it hadn’t been that night, it would have been another.”
I reach up and cup his face. “It’s not your fault I hurt myself. I made that choice. And now, I’m here making a different one. I’m choosing you, Kruger, but you have to come back to me. Your guilt is like a third person in this relationship, and I can’t?—”
My words are cut off when his mouth slams down on mine. With my back pinned to the truck, I have nowhere to go—not that I want to be anywhere else but here.
His hand slips under my T-shirt and slides up my ribs, making me shiver as his tongue dances with mine. He pushes his leg between mine. My pussy is now resting on his thigh, and with how achy I am, I can’t help but grind down on him.
“Jesus, chestnut, you’re on fire.”
His cell phone rings, making him sigh. He yanks it out and answers it without looking. “Yeah, Nathan, I’ve got it.” He hangs up and shoves it back in his pocket.
“Nathan says to keep it for the sheets, not the streets.”
I chuckle, “Right, how could I forget about the cameras?”
“You’re not the only one. I lose my fucking mind around you.”
I look up at him, grabbing the front of his cut with both hands. “You’re back?”
He presses his lips to my forehead. “Yeah, chestnut, I’m back.”
