“Sure. I don’t really have anywhere else to go.”
He grunted, which I assumed was his acknowledgement. His eyes were probing mine, as if he were trying to figure out if I were lying, before he gave a grunt, and pushed off the bar and headed to chapel.
“Wow,” Cammie sighed dreamily. “The sexual tension coming off you two was intense. I almost came when he grunted.”
“What?”
“You’re not the only one,” Cherry said, giggling. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen him so tied up in knots.”
“What are you two talking about?” I all but gasped. “He’s just asking about Trey.”
“Girl, you can deny all you like…but that tension was coming from both sides. You’d have to be deaf, blind and unable to feel to not sense that.”
Fuck.
Rowan
Shadow led Trey into the clubhouse, and all the brothers looked on as if they were worried he would try something. My heart beat a little faster when Reaper stood in front of Trey.
The tension was palpable.
“I need to talk to her first,” Trey said, firmly. “Then you can talk to me all you want.”
Reaper turned to me. “You good with that?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
Trey moved over to me, but I led him down the hall, away from everyone’s eyes and up to where I was staying—his bedroom, now mine. When we closed the door, I moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Unsure of what to do with my hands, I clasped them in my lap and waited for him to start.
I didn’t even know why I was so nervous. This was just Trey. I knew him, I knew him better than most. I loved him. Even if it wasn’t that hot, passionate kind of love, and was more of a friend love, it was still love.
“Look at me, Ro,” he said. The pain in his voice was what had me looking up. He had watery eyes, as if he were going to cry. “Please, let me try and explain.”
“Are you high or drunk right now?” I asked him.
He shook his head, and he moved closer to me. “I promise you, Ro. I’m clean. I haven’t touched anything since…”
“Since you left me to be beaten?”
He hung his head, slinking to his knees in front of me. His hands clasped over mine, squeezing. “I swear I tried to tell you to get out. I tried…but you should be angry with me. I fucked up. I wasn’t thinking.”
“What do you mean, you tried?”
“I sent you a text, when I was on the way to the airport. I texted you that you should stay with Frankie for a bit, until shit blew over. But…well I was in the tunnel, and the message didn’t go through. I ended up turning my phone off so I couldn’t be tracked. Raf knew my number, he could have had one of his people track me. I swear I thought you got it.”
“You couldn’t have called?”
“I know, I know…I’m a fuck up. You deserve so much more than me. You always have. Please…believe me that I would never intentionally leave you to be hurt.”
“Trey…”
“Look,” he said, pulling his hands away and yanking his phone out of his back pocket. He unlocked it and held it out to me. I took it, and looked down at the message trail between us. The last message was the one he’d sent me but the one before that was…
TREYI can’t explain, Ro, but please just go to Frankie’s for a few days. I’ll call you in a bit and explain the best I can. Just don’t go back to the apartment after work. Please.
Underneath that message, the one word that sealed my fate.
Undelivered.
