I don't care about him.I won't care about him.
He's nothing.A mistake.A reminder to keep my walls up.
I repeat it to myself like a prayer.
But when I finally drag myself to bed, crawling under the covers still smelling faintly of him, I can't stop thinking about the way he looked at me.
The way his hands felt on my skin, like he was worshipping me, like I mattered.
I hate that I still feel the pull.I still want to see him again.Still wonder if maybe it was a mistake?
No.
No maybes.No second chances.No more letting men into my life who'll only hurt me.
Warren's all that matters.Warren's all I need.
I'm enough.
We're enough.
But as I lie there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, the loneliness crawls back in.And no matter how hard I try to push Tank out of my head, he's there anyway.
Under my skin.
In my bones.
A thorn I can't pull out.
And I hate him for it.
I hate him almost as much as I hate myself for still wanting him.
5
TANK
Ican't get her out of my head.
Three days.Three fucking days since I walked out of her flat with my tail between my legs, and she's all I can think about.The way she looked at me before it all went to shite.The way her laugh sounded, sharp and real.The way she felt beneath me, wild and wanting, before I destroyed it with one word.
Emma.
The name sits like poison in my mouth.
I'm at the clubhouse, supposed to be relaxing.It’s Friday night, which means the place is filling up with brothers, hang-arounds, and women looking for a good time.The music's loud, air thick with smoke and laughter.It should feel like home.
Feels like a cage.
I spot Cowboy at the bar, standing there with this look on his face, like he's working through something heavy.I grab a beer from the prospect and slide onto the stool beside him.
"Deep thoughts, brother?"I ask.
He looks up, seeming to come back from wherever he was."Life-changing decisions.The usual."
I grin, taking a pull from my beer."Anything you can share?"
He hesitates for a second, then shrugs."Pyro's offered me Enforcer."
