Rolling my passenger window down, I give him a smile because I’m not letting this fuck get to me. I know his father was a Bloodbound member, but he doesn’t know I know that. I’m not sure when I’ll tell him, either, but it’s not right now.
“Hey,” I call out.
“Got a call about someone loitering.”
He didn’t get that call. I’m part owner of this fucking building, but I don’t say that.
“Just pulled into town, and I was thinking. I’m heading home. Got work tomorrow night anyway. Tired as fuck as it is.”
Everything I said is the goddamn truth. I am exhausted.
“Have a good one, Colter,” he calls out.
I’m sure that’s the last fucking thing he really wants, but I don’t question him about it. I give him a little wave before I shift my pickup intoReverseand head out of the parking lot and toward my house.
A few moments later, I’m home… alone. Pinching my eyes closed, I wonder what the fuck I’m doing. She’s who I want. I should have stayed there and shown her just how much she fucking wants me, needs me.
A decade without her.
I can’t do that again, not after I’ve had a taste. And that’s all I’ve had, too. Just a taste. I haven’t fucked her enough, and honest to fuck, I don’t think I could ever fuck her out of my system. She’s not my woman, not my wife, and she doesn’t have my kids. So I can’t let this shit go yet.
I just have to figure out how the fuck to get her back without sacrificing my pride.
A knock on the door causes my spine to straighten. Nobody, and I mean nobody, comes to my house. I walk over to the door and look through the peephole. It’s Ivy. I’m surprised to see him here.
Tugging the door open, I tilt my head to the side in question. He chuckles, jerking his chin toward me. I take a step backward, and he moves through the house, neither of us saying a word. I watch as he walks over to my small kitchen table and sits down on one of the chairs.
“Come and have a seat,” he murmurs.
I follow his instructions only because I have no fucking clue what he’s doing here, and I’m curious as fuck. Tugging the chair out from the table, I sit across from him, leaning back as I wait for whatever the fuck he’s going to say.
“It’s Garcia,” he mutters.
“Yeah?”
He nods his head. “You might want a beer for this one.”
Fuck.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
PIGGY
I grabtwo beers from the fridge and snort at the sight of the almost empty fridge. I really need to go shopping, but I’ve been so busy focusing on all things Millie that I haven’t done any of my normal routine.
“What the fuck are you going to tell me?” I ask, sinking back down in my chair.
Lifting my bottle to my lips, I take a pull and close my eyes in a slow blink as I wait for whatever the fuck he’s about to say to me. I know it’s going to be big because I can’t even remember the last time we sat down together like this.
I like Ivy. We’re brothers, but we are not best friends by any means. We’re very different, he and I, so this must be huge. Opening my eyes, I dip my chin in a single nod as I wait for him to continue. Thankfully, he does without much more delay.
“Garcia isn’t just the son of a member of the Bloodbound MC. He’s the OG president’s son, and he was Grudge’s half brother.”
“What the?—?”
“Yeah, essentially. I didn’t realize it because he wasn’t from Richmond. He’s from Fredericksburg, which is close, but it didn’t register immediately. That’s where his mother lived, and he stayed out of club life. She wasn’t his old lady.”
Lifting my bottle to my lips again, I take another pull, trying to figure out what all of this means. “So what, he hates the Vicious Reapers because we ended his half brother?”
