“I’d heard you calling her my name and how you wanted to take me inside.” Marcy seems pleased with herself at the tidbit of information she’s decided is worth sharing.
“Bullshit.” I would have remembered something like that.
“It’s true. You were drunk off your ass. I was eighteen, and we’d been fucking for weeks.”
I try to remember this event, but I don’t have any recollection of it. Though if it been when Marcy was eighteen, it was true that I’d been fucking her. I was doing it regularly, mostly because it was easy and I’d been under a lot of stress with my mom’s cancer back then. Della, though, she was only seventeen.
Fuck.
Could this be why she’s the way she is around me? Not wanting me around?
If so, I’m gonna have to set things right with her.
“Tormentor, get her out of here and escort her off of club property,” Lucifer orders, eyes on Marcy. “I’ll tell you this once. You show up anywhere near one of us, anywhere that is owned by the club, we won’t stand for it. I’ll personally make your life a living hell.”
“You can’t do this to me,” Marcy screams. “I’ll go to the police. I’ll tell them you raped me.”
“Go ahead and try,” Nightmare grinds out, finally taking his seat back at the table. “I’d love to see you go there and have them believe you. If I’m not correct, you fucked half the men back in the day before you even became a saddle bunny.”
Small town, shit spreads. More like when it comes to Marcy, she spreads her legs for anyone who will have her. Though she always kept coming around me.
Fuck.
What the hell had I been thinking, sinking my dick into her?
Tormentor escorts Marcy out, her screams ear-piercing. I feel for the man since he has to deal with her, but damn, I’m glad it’s him and not me. We don’t hurt women and children, it’s a rule we live by. However, Marcy tested that theory. I wanted to kill her for daring to suggest she was carrying my kid, it could have ruined everything.
Lucifer looks over in my direction, getting my attention. “You good?”
“Yeah.” It was a relief not to have to deal with Marcy.
“We’re gonna have to keep an eye on that one,” Shade, our road captain, states calmly.
“Oh, we will,” Lucifer grunts. “On to other things . . .”
Just like that, the topic changes, no need to worry further about a woman who is nothing more than a pain in our asses.
“Maddox called and asked for a sit-down to discuss the terms before he agrees to anything,” Lucifer says, eyes locking on me briefly.
“Della agreed to sell?” I ask. I’d spoken to Maddox since the hospital, checked on his sister, and according to him, knew she was all healed up. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. What he did say was that he and his sister talked.
“Don’t know. He didn’t say, but she’ll be here for the meet as well.”
“When will they be here?” What is with me questioning Lucifer?
My Prez cocks a brow and gives me a knowing smile. “Tomorrow morning.”
I nod, keeping my mouth shut. No way was I waiting until tomorrow. I wanted to see Della today.
After discussing a few more things and preparing for Esparza’s protection run next week, Lucifer dismisses church. I don’t waste time getting out of there.
With the whole Marcy situation dealt with, I wanted to set eyes on Della for myself. I also wanted to talk to her about what Marcy said. If that really did happen, I needed to make things right with her.
Pulling up to Meadows Ranch, I don’t bother looking at the barn. I see her on the porch, hands on her hips, facing off with a man wearing a suit.
I come to a stop, neither Della nor the man turns their attention to me as I put the kickstand down and swing my leg over and straighten before I start in their direction. From the look on Della’s face, she’s not happy.
“Della, I’m not letting you quit.” I hear the guy say as I get closer.
