Rocket’s shoulders slumped. “What if he can’t?”
I wriggled closer to him, wrapping an arm around his back.
“Maybe it needs to happen then.”
“What?”
“Think about it. He’s got this huge secret, and it’s probably eating him up on the inside, making him feel like he’s lying toeveryone who’s supposed to trust him. He’s living a lie. Maybe it’ll be good for him to not have to hold that inside him anymore. Maybe that’s the only way he can really move on.”
Rocket looked for all the world like a person hanging on for dear life to what he probably thought was a fleeting chance, but I had a feeling I was right. Imagine holding all that in. My ex did that, held on to a huge secret, and it destroyed everything. Maybe Micro’s life would improve if he was honest.
“Jesus, what do I do,” Rocket whispered, lowering his head again. He looked like a scared child. I reached up to drag my fingers through his hair, scraping his scalp with my fingernails and he sighed as a little tension left his shoulders.
“That might be easier than you think.”
He didn’t answer, so I carried on.
“If he speaks up tomorrow…” I stopped when his phone buzzed, and he dug it out, groaning at the message from that CallToArms chat. It said simply;Church. Ten AM.
“Fuck.”
I clenched my fingers in his hair, tugging hard at the strands and he hissed in a sharp breath.
“Woman.”
“As I was saying, if he speaks up tomorrow, and I’m guessing that’s the plan… do what you can. Back him. Speak up for him. Show your support. Back your President up, and be there for him. Bury the fucking hatchet at last, and be his brother.”
“You think that’ll work?”
A fist banged aggressively on the door a moment later, scaring the hell out of me, and making poor little Nixie yap out a panicked bark.
“You fucking cunt! You did this!”
Rocket groaned, standing up and steeling his shoulders.
“Fucking Grease.”
He opened the door, and a sucker punch sent him crashing back onto his bed after several staggered paces.
“You’re such an asshole! Why the hell would you fuck him like this?”
I got up and stepped between them as Rocket lurched up again.
“V, step out of the way.”
“No. This isn’t the time for some testosterone-filled asshole fest. You can both help Micro. You can both back him up tomorrow, and speak for him. Show your fucking support for him, show that you stand by him, and want him to remain as your President. Can you focus on that for now, and beat up on each other later?”
Grease cursed, backing up and away from us, pretty much at the same moment that Rocket caught hold of my arm and pulled me further away from the other biker.
“She’s right,” he said, and Grease glared at him.
“I know.”
Chapter Nineteen
Not only did Vjust sleep beside me again, but she also chewed me a new one again the next morning, but she was right. I had to fix things and stop fucking dwelling on the past. It was eating me up. It’s easier said than done, but by the time I caught a glimpse of a grim-faced Micro striding across the compound, I was running toward him.
“Pres!”
