He shakes his head, disappointment clear in his expression. “You’re fucking losing it.” He turns away. “Ever since this baby shit, you’re losing your mind, and honestly, Hell, I can’t deal with this shit.”
I swallow hard as his words cut like a knife.
He takes a calming breath and stares out the window. “If you must know, her fucking brother broke into the garage last night.”
I frown, letting his words sink in.Maybe I am losing it.His explanation seems plausible. I did notice a guy walking in front of Siren when she left. I hesitate before asking, “And you let him walk out of here? That’s not like you.”
He spins round. “Yes, Hell. I let him walk out of here because all you’ve been going on about is how we need to be different.” He narrows his eyes. “But now it’s Siren’s brother, you want me to kneecap him?” His words are laced with venom.
I recoil slightly. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, the word feeling foreign. “Of course I don’t want you to hurt him. I just . . .” I trail off, words failing me. What was I thinking? Maybe I’m being irrational. Maybe the baby stuff is getting to me more than I realise.
He slams down in his chair and sighs heavily. “Just get the fuck out, Hell. I can’t deal with you right now.” And he looks so defeated, I don’t even bother to argue.
I turn, leaving without another word as a tear rolls down my cheek.
When did everything suddenly get so complicated? I’ve never been the jealous sort, at least, not on this level.
Maybe Drifter’s right. Maybe I am losing it. But seeing her leave his office like that, the smirk on her face when she saw me, I saw red.
I head up the stairs, trying to keep my composure. I can’t let the club see me like this. I’m the President’s ol’ lady. I’m supposed to be strong.
I close the door gently, my back sliding down it as I land in a heap on the floor. I bring my knees to my chest and hug myself, letting the tears flow freely.
My phone buzzes gently on the bedside table, and I roll over.
I haven’t left the room since my altercation with Drifter earlier today. The thought of everyone staring at me, or worse, waiting for me to lose my mind at something else, is enough to keep me in hiding.
But I also know that given the chance, Siren would take great pleasure in rubbing my nose in it. After all, that was what her smirk was about, like it’s all part of her little game plan. And I keep falling for it.
I’m used to the club girls hating me, and the feeling’s mutual. I speak my mind, unfiltered and unforgiving. I keep them in line, and as the President’s ol’ lady, they have no choice but to listen to me, to show me respect. But Siren is on another level, like she’s taken my words too personal. And now, she wants to get under my skin and challenge me.
My phone buzzes again, and I growl before rolling back over and pulling the duvet over my head.
Twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. I groan and call out, “Go away.”
The door flies open, and Red and Bella barge in.
Red pulls the duvet from me, and I try to grab it back, but she’s too fast. She takes one look at my puffy eyes and her face crumples with pity. She drops beside me and wraps her arms around me.
Bella smiles down at us. “Room for one more?” she asks, climbing the other side of me so I’m sandwiched between them. I give her a watery smile and then begin to sob again, my entire body shaking as tears spill from me unguarded.
They allow me the time to get it all out my system, just lying beside me, holding me, with no judgement or questions.
“Okay.” I sniffle, trying to shimmy free of their embrace. “I kind of can’t breathe.”
Red laughs. “You don’t need to breathe,” she says, tightening her grip. Bella follows her lead.
“No, seriously,” I say, fake choking.
Red releases me first, then Bella reluctantly follows, and I pull myself to sitting. We all lean back against the headboard in silence.
I swipe away my tears, patting my cheeks dry with the sleeve of my top.
“I’m sorry,” I eventually whisper.
Bella arches a brow. “Are you fucking serious? You’re talking to the woman who literally fell into this club a blubbering wreck. Please don’t apologise.”
I give a small laugh. Bella really did have a rough ride, but she’s grown into her place here in the club, and now, we wouldn’t be without her.
