If Vike felt anything for me, he’s had plenty of time and opportunities to let me know. I just have to face the fact that to him, I’m only ever gonna be Saul's little sister.
Face it and hope that what I did today doesn’t push him too far away; that we can settle our differences and still be friends, because I don’t think I could bear a life without him in it.
Istand at the kitchen island, drinking my coffee and staring at the motherfucker sleeping on the couch. Right now, he thinks he’s won; he thinks he’s been smart. The cunt has no idea what's coming.
“Oh, my God, Vike!” A squeal comes from the hall, and Alicia looks pleased to see me as she races as fast as she can to get to me. The commotion wakes up Greaser, and he looks hella surprised to see me. “You came home!” She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me so tight I almost run outta air.
“I do recall making you a promise. I ain’t goin’ nowhere, darlin’.” I make sure I stare right past her and into Greaser’s eyes when I remind her. He’s wide fuckin’ awake now and is far too stunned to be pissed off…for now.
“Let me make us breakfast.” Alicia releases me and bustles into the kitchen.
“No need, I stopped at the diner and picked up those pastries you like. Sorry, Grease, I didn’t realize you’d be here.” I smile at him sarcastically while Alicia dives into the bag on the table and takes out her breakfast. I’ve decided that Dev is right and I ain’t gonna run from my feelings no more. I’m gonna fight for her. I won’t manipulate her the way he does; I’m gonna let Alicia see what kind of man he is for herself.
“You want a coffee, Greaser?” she offers, still looking so pleased to have me home. I hated how we left things last night. Alicia needs to know that I didn’t sleep with Trinity the other day, and she needs to know why I never would. I’m just gonna have to get over that kiss that happened in the yard and show my club brothers who this girl really belongs to.
“Nah, I'd better get back to putting that crib together.” He stands up and stretches, trying to make himself look tall.
“No need, I already got it finished,” I inform him. “I’ve been here since six am; I’m surprised you didn’t hear me come in. I could have been anyone,” I point out, taking a pastry from the bag myself.
He snarls at me as he moves toward the kitchen, and when he places his arms around Alicia’s shoulders and drags her closer so he can kiss her, I almost shatter the mug in my hand, but I manage not to show either of them how much I want to murder him.
“Me and Alicia figured some shit out last night, didn’t we, baby?” he tells me while she blushes and stares down at the floor, same way she always does when this bastard speaks for her.
“Cool. Me and Alicia need to figure some shit out ourselves.” I remind her that we have unfinished business. I gotta admit, I was relieved as hell when I came home and found him sleeping on the couch, instead of in her room. A kiss I can get over, him having her body...I don’t think I could.
“We do need to talk.” She smiles up at me timidly, shrugging herself free from Greaser’s hold.
“Well, unfortunately, your little talk will have to wait. I promised Mom we’d be at her place in time for lunch.”
“We’re visiting your mother?” Alicia almost chokes on her pastry.
“Sweetheart, this baby brain is really getting to ya, ain’t it? We arranged it yesterday.”
“A lot’s happened since yesterday,” she reminds him, looking wary. I wanna tell her not to fuckin’ go; she clearly don’t wanna, but I also have to give this man enough rope to hang himself.
“It sure has, including you making me the luckiest man on the planet.” He kisses her again, right in front of me, marking his territory, and how I hold back from fuckin’ swinging at him is a miracle.
“Sorry, Vike, maybe you can have your chitty-chat when we get back?” Greaser smiles at me when he’s finished, then heads down the corridor toward the nursery, no doubt to find fault in the crib I finished building.
“We do need to have th?—”
“Don’t go.” I grab Alicia’s arm desperately once we’re alone, my whole plan to keep it cool, obliterated.
“I have to go, I promised,” she whispers.
“You don’t have to do a thing; we need to talk about what's happening here.”
“Greaser’s mother is….she’s fragile. We’ll talk when I get back, I promise.” She offers me an unconvincing smile.
“Be careful, Alicia. I don’t trust him,” I warn her, hating the idea of the two of them being alone together. I don’t know what happened between them last night, or what she’s committed to, but something’s shifted; the two of them seem way more familiar than just friends.
“Greaser would never hurt me.” She looks almost offended, sliding her arm from my hand and moving to her room to get ready.
“He better fuckin’ not. Or it’ll be the last thing he ever does,” I speak under my breath.
“What’s the deal with the kid?” I ask Wrath when I arrive at the club and see that the little boy, who was here yesterday, is still attached to Peyton’s side. I need a distraction from the fact Greaser’s got Alicia all to himself again. I wanted to talk to her before she left, but he keeps putting up obstacles. I have to get better at knocking ’em down.
“He’s a runaway; Raze found him sleeping up in the lifeguard tower.”
