She stood up quickly, smoothing down her shirt. “I do like you, Dillon, but I’m not ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready for any of this. I should’ve never come here. Thanks for letting me talk, but I really have to go.”
She started bolting from my room and I took off after her.
“Sienna, wait! I didn’t mean to upset you.”
She held up her hands, forcing me back. “You didn’t. I’m just messed up, okay? Just forget any of that happened back there.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m not looking for a relationship, Dillon. I just want to get my school done and get out of here. I’m sorry. I should’ve never let you kiss me like that.”
“Sienna, I—”
“Just forget about it,” she said quickly, halting me from saying anything else. She was out the door and had it slamming in my face before I could comprehend what just happened.
“Damn it!” I growled, kicking a chair over. My dick was raging hard, and I didn’t know what the fuck I did to make her run off like that.
My phone picked that exact moment to ring. It was a number I didn’t recognize, and my heart soared a little when I thought it might be Sienna.
“Sienna?” I asked, picking it up on the first ring.
“Who’s Sienna?” my sister’s voice filtered through the line.
“Joey?”
“Yeah, it’s me, Dillie. Look, I can’t talk. I just wanted to tell you to stay away from the clubhouse. They’re already talking about finding you and finishing the job they started. You escaped death once. I don’t think you’ll be as successful the second time. So do us both a favor and stay away before you get us both killed.”
“Joey, I just want to help you.”
“Dillie, you can’t save me anymore. I sold my soul to the devil and now I have to pay the price.”
“Joey…”
“Please, Dillie. Promise me you’ll stay away.”
“Okay, but you have to promise me you’ll keep in contact with me.”
“All I can say is that I’ll try. Shit, I gotta go. I love you, Dillie. Stay safe out there.”
Then the phone clicked, ending the only real conversation I’ve had with my sister since finding her again.
Chapter Sixteen
“Hey, kid.” Scorpio was sitting in the empty bar with a bottle of whiskey in front of him. He smelled like an open bar, and I pushed away the dark memories of the past that were threatening to overpower me. “You’re doing a good job around here.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, pulling the trash out from behind the bar. “I’m sorry about Brooklyn. I didn’t know her well, but she seemed nice.”
I may have been new to the club, but one thing I knew for sure was that they were all fiercely connected to each other and loyal to the club. That was a connection I had never felt before except to Joey.
Brooklyn’s death had rocked the entire club, but Scorpio seemed to be taking it harder than everyone else.
“She was.”
He picked up the half full bottle of whiskey again and started pouring more into his glass. Normally he would have already been gone by now like everyone else, but he was still here and hellbent on getting shitfaced. It wasn’t really my place to say anything to anyone, but if he was going to go home tonight, he wouldn’t be able to drive there.
