“Fuck off back to the clubhouse.”
She turned and left me kneeling in the alleyway, my heart beating erratically in my chest.I was going to marry that girl.
Rowan
Trey was standing in the living area, a bag over his shoulder, and a cheeky grin on his face.
“Hey Ro-Ro,” he said, dumping his bag beside his feet. I ran over to him and into his arms. Wrapping my legs around his waist, and hugging the shit out of him. It felt like forever ago that I’d seen him. “Didn’t think you’d be this happy to see me.”
He let me down gently, and I tried not to wince at the pain between my legs from where Reaper had fucked me senseless. I’d wanted to go back to the clubhouse with him, more than anything, but I knew what would happen if I did. He’d lock me away in his bedroom, and I just…couldn’t do that.
“What’s up?” he asked, always knowing when something was wrong with me.
“I just pulled a muscle in my leg last night,” I lied. “So they let you out, huh?”
He nodded, still suspicious, but seemingly letting it go for now. “Yeah, wanted me at the clubhouse, but I heard you weren’t there anymore…want to talk about it?”
Shaking my head. “Nothing to talk about.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, Trey. I fucked your dad. There’s nothing more to it than that.”
The lie tasted sour on my tongue, and I could tell he didn’t believe me but the good thing about Trey, he didn’t push.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asked me.
“I was thinking about going down to The Forge.”
Trey frowned. “That’s Ironborne territory.”
“And?”
“Ro…”
“What? You’re the only one who can hang around with the Ironborne?” I asked, a little annoyed. Since when was Trey so hesitant?
“Ro, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Like I did when you took off and left me to take your beating?” I spat, my mouth working faster than my brain. The level of hurt on his face immediately had my guilt flooding into my system.
He hung his head, and I had to stop myself from wrapping my arms around him again. I didn’t mean it to come out so viciously. I was glad he wasn’t here to take the beating, but I was still mad about it. If it hadn’t of happened, I wouldn’t have gone to the clubhouse, and things with Reaper never would have happened, and I wouldn’t be missing him like I was.
That’s what I was mad about.
“You’re right,” he said, sadly. “I fucked up. I never should have left.”
“No, Trey, you should have, but you should have taken me with you.”
His eyes met mine, and I could see the watery eyes looking at me with genuine remorse. My chest ached. I knew he was angry at himself, I knew he tried, but I hated that because of that oneact, I fell for his dad, and now I could never say no to him when he kissed me. I hated that I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
“If you’re going, then I’m coming with you,” he said. “I’m not letting anything happen to you again. I promise you, Ro.”
Trey closed the distance between us, pulling me into his arms. I fought him, pushing at his chest, but he manhandled me into a tight hug. I fell into it, tears rolling down my cheeks, sobs tearing through me, making it hard to breathe. Trey continued to hold me in a bear hug, the tightness making me feel safe, supported. Even if I were crying over his dad.
And I hated that I was.
I hated that Reaper got to me like this. I’d always sworn I would never let a man break me. It was why Trey was so safe. Aside from the no sex, he was my partner in every way. Too bad sex was a requirement for me.
