“Going somewhere?” he finally asked, his voice level and undeterred from emotion.
“I’ve overstayed my welcome,” I said, annoyed that my voice sounded so deep with unshed tears.
“I’ll say,” I heard Tee say from behind me. It hurt more that he didn’t say anything to defend me, to say that I was being silly and I should go back up to our room. He only nodded.
“Chaos will take you to The Burrow,” he said. My heart shattered. I wonder if he could see it on my face. I’d always worn my heart on my sleeve, one of the few qualities Trey had said was a telltale sign of how to handle my emotional outbursts. I should just go there and be with him, be his beard while he fucked men and we could still be best friends. Just like it was before. Forget everything about Reaper and his goddamn club.
But even as I thought it, I knew that was stupid. I’d never get over this, and I only had myself to blame.
“Don’t worry Reaper, we’ll keep your bed warm,” Tori said, moving over to him. He smirked at her, that half-hearted smirk that told me he was entertaining the idea.
“Not bloody likely,” he said back to them. I wanted to laugh, to rejoice that even though he didn’t want me, he didn’t want themeither, no matter how much they threw themselves at him. “But Cammie can come upstairs.”
He moved past me, without so much as a backward glance. I didn’t dare turn around and watch him take another girl upstairs.
No fucking way.
Chaos looked surprised, but he covered it as he made a motion to usher me outside. I took a tentative step toward him, unsure my feet would take me. His keys hanging off his finger as I walked past. Just as I got to the door, I shoved my luggage at him with everything I had, grabbing his keys and taking off toward where the bikes were stored.
He called out to me, and I could see half the clubhouse were coming out to see what the commotion was. I didn’t stop, I took off, knowing which bike was who’s already. Jumping on, I thanked the Gods above that Trey had taught me how to ride when we first started dating, back when he had wanted to join the club and had been riding a bike to get used to it. I was in too much a rush to grab the helmet, because I knew they were coming. Starting it up, I revved the engine, pulling out of the parking bay and circling around them. Reaper beside Maverick and Chaos as they looked on in horror. Reaper, at least, looked a little impressed. The gates were still open from when Chaos had arrived, so at least I didn’t have to run through it. The prospects looked absolutely horrified, unsure of what to do. I moved toward it, picking up speed and taking off, away from them, as a fresh set of tears made their way down my cheeks.
Fuck Wyatt Jameson. Fuck him to hell.
I was not replaceable.
And he would find that out sooner or later.
Reaper
“What the fuck are you doing?” I barked at Chaos. “Get in my car, and get her to The Burrow.”
“I don’t know where the fuck she’s gone?” he yelled back, annoyed she got the leg up on him.
“Really? You don’t know where she would possibly go?” I turned to him. “Get in the fucking car, take her bag, and get her to safety at The Burrow. I don’t care if she fights you on it. Just fucking do it.”
I marched back inside, pure rage simmering beneath the surface. Cammie stood at the side of the bar, quaking in her boots. I’d never called on her before, and I knew she had a kind of friendship blooming with Rowan. It had been a dick move, but I doubted if I pretended to take Tori or Tee upstairs that I would ever be able to get her back, and eventually, I knew I would want that. I hated that I had to see the hurt in her eyes, the tears brimming on her lashes, the anger that coursed through her all because I couldn’t be man enough to admit I’d overreacted.
My club needed to see I was in control. And hell, if she wasn’t here right now, I could be.
She was hurting as much as I was. She felt it too, between us, something deeper than we’ve both ever had. Something scary, and life changing. Something worth waiting for. I just had to make her see that at the end, it was all for a reason.
“Um…Reaper…”
“Cammie, go back to what you were doing,” I told her.
“May I suggest something?” she asked me, looking over at the corner where Tee and Tori had slunk off to, wounded by my rejection. I turned back to her, as she approached me, running her hands over my kutte, in a sensual but respectful way. “If you truly want me to play the part, I can. I can sell it so Tee and Tori lay off. Be your pretend girl, just to keep them off your back.”
“I won’t sleep with you, Cammie.”
“I actually don’t want you too,” she said, smiling, playing it up for the others in the corner. “I respect Rowan, I really like her, and you’re my Prez. I just think you need a pretense so you can carry on with your job without worrying about them sneaking into your room at night.”
She had a point. I nodded, grabbing her slender wrist and pulling her down the hall and up the stairs with me. At the door to Trey’s old room, and what was Rowan’s, I ushered her inside.
“Wow, this room is cool,” she said, twirling around in it. “Can I stay here?”
“Yeah,” I told her. “To keep up the pretense, and all. You like it? It’s pretty basic.”
“It’s better than the rooms the girls sleep in when they don’t land a biker for the night.”
