“Fuck.” What the hell were they talking about?
“Where is he?”
“Going to the hospital, I guess. Soph and the baby are there, but Pres, that’s not the point.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face, as I heard more low cursing from Reacher.
“Rocket, spit it out!”
He practically gulped. “He’s planning to admit to it all in Church tomorrow, and if they want him to step down, he said he’ll go.” Oh my god.
“FUCK! Boy, this isn’t over, but right now I have to get onto damage control. Where’s Harley?”
“Dunno. Not here.”
The call ended suddenly, and Rocket sagged against the wall, dropping his phone on the ground before he landed beside it.
“I’m such a cunt. What did I just do?!” He grabbed his hair in both hands and fisted it.
Chapter Eighteen
She winced at mywords, but didn’t argue for once. She watched me as I sat on my ass like the loser I am, and stewed over my fucking behaviour.
Why did I do it? Why didn’t I just fucking suck it up, and accept that he’d changed, that things had changed, and that it shouldn’t matter anymore?
Maybe because I was a pathetic, petty asshole, who just had to fuck up everyone else’s lives along with mine.
“Get up, Rocket.”
I watched as two pointy boots appeared in front of me, and cast my eyes up, noting for the first time just how fucking sexy she looked in those sprayed-on jeans, and knee high boots. A leather jacket over some sparkly thing under it. Her hair was glossy and shining, tumbling onto her shoulders, but her face? Fucking terrifying.
I scrambled up from the floor, and she folded her arms.
“What?”
“We’re going into your room, and you’re going to tell me everything.” Fuck. My toe caught something, and sent it skittering along the concrete. My fucking phone. I grabbed it and grimaced at the crack down the screen, but apart from that it was still working. Fucking fragile phones. They just want you to keep buying new ones.
“Now.”
I did as I was told. Turns out I was good at following orders sometimes. Maybe I should have leaned more into that instead of being a prick all the time.
“Sit.”
I dropped onto the bed, my eyes immediately darting to the corner to Nixie, who was chewing the rubber toy we bought her, that I kinda thought looked like a sex toy. She eyed me over it, but didn’t stop.
V pushed the door closed, and turned the lock, going straight to my mini fridge and checking it. Yes. This time I’d prepared. She grabbed two beers, popped one open and passed it to me.
“I’m waiting.”
I watched her as she opened hers, set it down and removed her jacket and then joined me.
“You look fucking gorgeous.”
“Focus, Rocket. What happened?” Shit. She was going to hate me too.
“There’s stuff that happened back at the old club, in Wiltshire, before I came here. Micro was… he was right at the centre of it. He was a different guy then. I guess that’s the important part. He attacked people, he tried to destroy the club from inside. Did all kinds of messed up shit.”
V frowned, jerking a thumb in the direction of the other building.
