“But, hey, I'm known to be wrong about these types of things.I don’t know anything.Maybe you’re completely fine and you just like scaring the big, tough, bikers.You’re making Storm look like a cuddly teddy bear right now, so props to you.”
“Don’t you have someone else to annoy?I’m sure Roxy could use someone to irritate her right now.”I toss the dough on the counter and fold my arms over my chest.
“Roxy only hates me slightly less than you do right now.What’s going on, Dix?You know we’ve always been friends.You can talk to me.”Chopper hops up on the counter and swings his legs like a child.
It’s almost comical seeing him like this.His blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail and his beard hangs low on his chest.The tattoos peeking out from beneath his t-shirt make him look dangerous and like someone you don’t want to mess with.If I were anyone else, I might be scared of him, but I know Chopper.He’d never do anything to hurt someone, unless they deserved it.
“I'm just tired of working for the club.I want to do my own thing.”
“You know Porter’s never going to allow that.He wouldn’t risk something happening to you.”
“I know!You know what sucks, Chopper?You chose to be here.You were able to make the decision.I didn’t get that!I wanted to make a name for myself and have my own business, but I don’t get to even try.Storm can have his own company and a bunch of the guys can hold normal jobs, but I'm stuck doing whatever I'm told to do and I'm fed up with it!Jeez, I can't even date who I want because my father controls everything that happens in this stupid club.It’s not fair!This club has taken everything from me.”
“Dixie-” Chopper begins, but he gets cut off by a deep voice at the door to the kitchen.
“Get out,” he growls.
“I… I didn’t do anything.”Chopper stares at Storm over his shoulder.
“I didn’t say you did.Get out so I can talk to Dixie alone.”He watches me as Chopper slowly lowers himself from the counter and walks towards the door.
I don’t back down.I'm not embarrassed or upset about Storm overhearing what I said.He knows how I feel and I don’t care.I hate this place.I’ve thought about running away so many times, but they’ll come after me.There’s no way they’ll ever let me live the way I want to.Not unless they can't find me.
“I don’t want to talk to you, Storm.There’s nothing left to say.”
Slamming down a cutting board on the counter, I grab the vegetables I need to prep for dinner.I angrily chop them, not wanting to meet Storm’s gaze.
“I think there’s a lot left to say.”
“It doesn’t matter!It’s never going to change.Not as long as I live here.”
“You’re not moving,” he growls as he stalks closer.
“What other option do I have!”I chop harder, losing control on my emotions.
I let out a gasp as the knife slices through my skin.Blood drips from the tip of my finger and onto the cutting board.
Storm is at my side and lifting me onto the counter a second later.He steps between my legs and takes my injured hand in his.
He wraps my finger in a white towel and squeezes it tightly to try and slow the bleeding.
“Look at me, Little Fox,” he murmurs.He waits until I meet his gaze, then he continues.“You have other options.Give me a few days to look into some things before you make any decisions.Let me help you.”
“There’s nothing you can do.”
“There is, but you have to give me a chance.Give me until Saturday.Deal?”He ducks to meet my gaze.
I let out a long sigh, but I nod my head.I wouldn’t be able to figure things out before then anyway.I might as well give him some time.I can start figuring out my next move while I wait.
“Good.Now, let’s get this cleaned up and make sure you don’t need stitches.”
Chapter 13
Storm
“What’sgoingon,Storm?”Porter takes a seat at the table and steeples his fingers under his chin.
“It’s Dixie.”
