“So go outside, and talk to her before she leaves.”
Pulling back to look up at him, I raised on my tip toes and kissed him quickly before I ran out of the clubhouse and down to where she’d parked.
“Frankie!”
Her car was here, but she wasn’t. I looked around the grounds, but everyone was where they were meant to be.
That’s when I saw Brandon, one of the prospect’s smirk and point toward the back of the clubhouse. Confused, I headed that way only to come face to face with Frankie up against the clubhouse, making out with Chaos who had her caged in.
What the actual fuck?
“Frankie?”
Immediately, she pushed him away, her lips pink and swollen, and her eyes wide. Chaos didn’t move, he just looked at her with what I could only assume would be heartbreak in his eyes, before he sauntered away. Frankie looked flustered.
“God, what is it with this damn place?”
“Frankie…if you still like Chaos, just be with him. I know he likes you too.”
“Don’t be ridiculous…that was just…I don’t even know what that was.”
She was panicking. I could see it in the way her chest was rising and falling, and she was trying to look anywhere, but at me. Crossing the distance she’d put between us, I pulled her into my arms, and held her tight. She fought it at first, but slowly, she fell into my body, hugging me back.
“If you feel like this is what you want to do, I’m not going to stop you. If Manny really makes you feel safe and cherished, then go, but make sure you check in constantly. I mean it.”
She nodded against my shoulder, a sob escaping from her lips. I held onto her until she let me go, her eyes watery, and her lips swollen from Chaos’ kiss.
“Are you seeing Manny soon?”
She shook her head. “Tonight. I’ll go home, pack and have a shower.”
“Call me.”
She nodded, and headed toward her car with a faint smile and a wave. I watched her drive away, about to turn on Chaos when I saw him slinking toward his bike.
Oh hell fucking no.
Moving as quickly as I could, I headed straight for him. He was about to throw his helmet on when I got to him, and smacked him upside the head.
“Ow!”
“What the fuck was that?” I grilled him.
“I don’t know…I just…fuck—I don’t know, Rowan.”
“Don’t take that tone with me, Chaos. You broke up with her, and seem hellbent on making both your lives miserable even though I can clearly see you want her, and she wants you back, yet you choose to be this prick?”
All too quickly, he growled out, “She’s too good for me.”
My heart pattered angrily, but my chest bloomed with sympathy. I knew that feeling all too well. I’d felt it all my life.
“Why?”
“It doesn’t matter. I just don’t want her ruining her life with an Ironborne fucktard. She deserves a man who can give her everything she wants and needs without hesitation.”
“And why can’t that be you?”
“I want it to be…but I can’t change my ways. I’m too damaged. You shouldn’t want me for your friend if you knew what was good for her.”
