“Can I show you?” I ask.
She shrugs. “It doesn’t matter anymore, but if it will make you happy and you will get out of my car, do it and get it over with.”
“Bullshit. It does matter. That bitch was no one, Isolde. Now, she’s not even a club whore. Nana made sure Grifter kicked her out. You’ll never see her again.”
She looks at me with a frown. “That seems kind of harsh. I mean you fucked her. It’s not all on her. Besides, it’s not going to make me feel better. If you want to do that, you should probably cut off your dick and any other appendage she has ever touched and let me burn it.”
“God, you’re a hard woman, Isolde. Baby. I’ll never lie to you. I have fucked her?—”
“Can you just leave? I don’t want to hear this shit!” she screams, tears stinging her eyes.
“Let me finish, damn it,” I growl, being harsh with Izzy in a way I never have before. “I haven’t fucked her, or anyone else since I met you. I haven’t even thought about it or been tempted. Izzy, you’re all I want.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what it looked like when I walked in,” she huffs, not giving an inch.
“It’s the truth! I got done with that damn alliance meeting and went back to my room to get a shower. I wanted to rest up because I knew when you got there Saturday that I wouldn’t sleep any.”
“Well, at least you don’t have that problem any longer.”
“Izzy,” I growl. “Will you just listen? When I came out of the shower, that bitch was naked in my bed. I yelled at her and asked her what the fuck she was doing in my room. Instead of answering, she got down on her knees, offering to give me head. You called, and I panicked when I heard the pain in your voice. I admit I fucked up because I took my anger out by yelling at her for hurting you instead of just throwing her out of my room. The bitch was high as a fucking kite. I’m not sure what on, and I don’t care. She climbed back onto my bed. I threw her clothes at her. I was going to get the men to get her, I swear. I was going to the closet to get some clothes when she started that fucked-up show you walked in on. I swear I never touched her, baby. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
She doesn’t say anything. I don’t know if that is good or bad. I take my phone out and exhale. “My room—well, all the officer’s rooms have a camera in them. The footage goes to our private server, so we’re the only ones who see it. It was done so we can make sure no one breaks in and plants shit. I know it sounds weird, but our club hasn’t exactly had a great run lately, and we deemed it necessary. I just want you to watch this. Okay?”
She still doesn’t say anything, but when I hold the phone out, she doesn’t move, so I hit play on the app. Together we watch as the scene unfolds, and I can feel Izzy calm a little. I spare a glance at her, but she’s staring at my phone intently. It proves everything I just said, but I don’t speak a word until it reaches the end.
She watches as Savage manhandles the bitch, and she finally confesses I never touched her. Then, she actually offers up her pussy to Savage. God, Grifter is right. Club whores aren’t worth the time. This one could have cost me my woman. When I look at her face, I worry that she already has.
“Do you believe me now?” I ask, my voice hoarse—fear growing stronger inside of me when she continues not to speak.
“Will you uncuff my hands, please? It’s starting to hurt,” she asks. It’s only then I can see the tears falling down her cheeks.
I get out of her back seat and go to her door and undo the cuffs. Before I can go around to the passenger side, she’s pushing to get out. I let her, not wanting to upset her more. I keep her hands in mine, kissing the inside of her wrists where the cuffs were, while rubbing her warm skin against my fingers. I just need a connection with her.
“Talk to me, baby,” I beg.
“I believe you, Caleb, and I appreciate you showing me the video.”
“I’d do anything for you. I needed you to see for yourself that I didn’t touch that fucking crazy bitch.”
Izzy leans up on the tips of her toes, placing a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you.”
It’s a sweet move, but there suddenly feels like an impenetrable wall around her, and that has my blood running cold.
“Isolde—”
“How did you get the black eye?”
“Your father and brother are pretty good with their fists. I figure they’re the ones that trained you.”
She gives me a sad smile. “Yeah.”
“Baby—”
“I believe you, but it just doesn’t matter, Caleb.”
“How can you say that! Of course it matters.”
She steps away from me, putting space between us. “No, it doesn’t. I learned something through all of this.”
