“Prez,” Shadow put his hand on my chest to direct my attention to him. “Let’s go.”
I wanted to object, but he was right. I’d let her go so she wasn’t in danger anymore. It was stupid to be here, putting her in that very danger that I was trying to protect her from. Danger that I couldn’t see, or put my hands on because I didn’t fucking know where it was coming from.
I hated not knowing. I hated not being able to fix this.
I fucking hated not being buried balls deep in my woman.
I nodded at Shadow, and he moved away, with the boys. One last look, I told myself. And that was the biggest mistake.
Rowan was smiling up at a fucking guy, one I didn’t know, and he had his goddamn hands on her. I saw red, my feet moving before my brain could catch up. I stormed through the front doors, and down the hall that led to the bar’s entry. Maverick was on me faster than I could fathom, holding me back.
“Look at the name, brother,” he said harshly in my ear. I shoved him, and he pointed up at the name of the bar. The Anchor.
Fuck.
Why the fuck was she on Ironborne territory?
Someone spoke to her and her eyes darted to where I stood, anger seeping into every pore of my skin. She looked surprised, but it was quickly replaced with a smile for the guy with his hand on her waist. She spoke to him and he nodded, leaving with his friends. Rowan grabbed her clutch and left the bar through the back entrance.
I shoved Maverick away from me and headed outside to get some fresh air.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
How could she be so ingrained in my head that I couldn’t see through the red hot rage of seeing her with another man? I’d ended it. This wasn’t her fault.
Maybe it was.
Maybe she was getting back at me. But how would she know I’d be here?
“Come on, Prez,” Shadow said. “We got shit to do.”
“Go ahead. I need to blow off some steam, ride it out.”
He nodded, so did Maverick. It was only Chaos who seemed to doubt me. He didn’t say a word, instead turning to join the boys on their bikes. I made a move to mine, watching as they peeled out of the street and onto the main road, before I doubled back. Heading down the other alley behind The Anchor.
She was there. Pacing. Angry.
Perfect.
I closed the distance between us, shoving her up against the wall. Rowan let out a gasp, her eyes wide as she tried to fight until she saw it was me.
Slowly, she softened, her breathing untamed, her anger palpable.
“Get the fuck off me, Reaper.”
“Who the fuck was that in there? Replacing me with a fucking Ironborne?”
Her eyes were wide for a moment, confusion etching her features, before she schooled it. She’d not known he was Ironborne until I told her. She probably had no idea the territories that were Ironborne, and what were Shackled Sons.
“Who I go on dates with is of no concern of yours,” she spat viciously. “You’re just jealous he’s younger, and can keep up with me.”
“Yeah? You didn’t seem to mind when you were bouncing on my cock every chance you got, or when you’d cry out my name as I made you come so hard you blacked out.”
Her lip trembled for a moment, before she caught herself. I hated that she felt the need to do that. I wanted her to get angry, I wanted her to fight me…for me. God, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I wanted her to tell me she didn’t care that I was dangerous, that she wanted to face it with me.
