“You will? Really?”
“I said I would. Now, what do you need for the table?” I ask.
His face is expressionless as he tilts his head toward me, trying to get a read on me.
“I’ll make you a list. When’s the next meetin’?”
“Not sure,” I answer honestly, picking up the axe and going hard on the table.
I don’t know how I feel about an Omega joining the club. It’s never been done before. I want to be a different president than my father was, but I don’t know if this is something I can do. What if he’s too much of a distraction on the road?
I don’t know why the Omega wants to join, but all I can do is bring it up to the club. The weight of everything isn’t on my fuckin’ shoulders. Sure, I’m the president and I need to lead, but we’re a club, we need to make decisions together.
The man walks away as I continue chopping away at the wood. My muscles protest each time the axe hits the wood, but the strain feels good.
Not too long after, I senseherwalking toward me before her scent and sweet voice hit me.
“Tate?”
“Lily,” I counter calmly, no longer chopping the wood.
She’s too close, and I wouldn’t ever want to put her in danger. I think I’ve done far enough of that.
“Can you look at me?” she asks softly.
I sigh, but take off my sunglasses and look at her. The scar on her cheek is healing nicely, her dark hair is in a bun and she’s wearing shorts and a plain t-shirt.
Why does she have to be so fuckin’ cute?
“Have you been sleeping?”
“Yeah, I’ve been sleepin’,” I lie.
“I think the clubhouse is too crowded. I think we’re going to move into Smiley’s old place for now,” she says.
“Okay,” I reply. It’s a good idea.
It will be a relief not to have her sweet smell up in the clubhouse all the time.
“I’d like for you to come with us,” she states.
Her brown eyes plead with mine, and I don’t want to tell her no, but I don’t know how I can say yes, either. I want her, undoubtedly; I know I don’t deserve her, but that’s not the issue. I’ve hurt her so deeply, and I’m not sure I can forgive myself for that. The guilt of Leon’s death, and her mother’s banishment, weighs heavily on me, heavier than killing my father does.
“I don’t know, Lily.”
“Will you think about it? It would be a comfort to me to have you there, even if we don’t share a room.”
She’s fuckin’ killing me.
“How can I say no to that?” I ask her.
“You can’t,” she says with a smile.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” she sighs before walking away.
Smiley’s houseis so dated. Luckily, he was clean. Though I would have preferred that he was a decent fuckin’ man. I moved all my shit into one of the spare rooms. This house only has three bedrooms and one and a half bathrooms, so it’s still a tight fit. Lily deserves better, and I’m working on it.
