I’m going to kill the fucker. He claims to love her and then flaunts another bitch in front of her. I take a deep breath, needing to calm down. I still have to work before I confront the asshole. If I were to do it now, it would take everything in me not to beat the shit out of him.
“Don’t worry. I told him he was being an idiot.” Javier clears his throat. “The design is amazing, man. It’s perfect.”
“Good. Then let’s get started.” The quicker I get this done, the quicker I am one step closer to confronting Hank.
About forty-five minutes into the piece, we take a break. While Javier heads toward the bathroom, I check my phone. Still no message from Vee, and she hasn’t even read the ones I’ve sent. I hit her contact and call. Straight to voicemail.
“Fuck.” I lift my hand to throw my phone but think twice about it and toss it onto my work station.
“She not answering?” Javier asks quietly. It’s like he knew who I was calling.
I shake my head. “She’s in love with each of us. Me, Hank, and Josh. She doesn’t want to pick one. And when she tried to find out if I could share, I said something that pissed her off.”
“Can you share?” Javier asks.
“I don’t know.” I pick up a pair of gloves and pull them on my hands as Javier moves back to the table and gets back into position.
Once I am done at the shop, I don’t waste a second heading over to the clubhouse. Thanks to Tank, I know Hank is here.
Stepping inside the building, it’s just as familiar to me as the shop. Each of them is like a home to me. Hank is exactly where I expect him to be, leaning against the bar, beer in hand, a couple brothers beside him, watching two of the club girls make out on the couch in front of them.
I don’t bother with pleasantries.
“What the hell was that last night?” I bark at him.
His brows pull together. “What the fuck you talkin’ about?”
“Don’t play dumb,” I growl. “Javier just filled me in. You showed up at the club last night with one of the club girls on your arm, parading her around in front of Vee.”
Hank pushes off the bar, standing tall, defensive heat flashing in his eyes. “So? I’m a single man, and I can do whatever I want.”
“Seriously, man. After what the two of you have, the feelings you claim to have for her, you could do that?”
“Whatever is going on between me and Vee is just that, our business.” He steps past me, knocking against my shoulder as he does. He thinks he can just act like an ass and I won’t say anything. Well he has another thing coming.
I fall in step behind him, following him in the direction of his room.
“You hurt her, and you don’t even fuckin’ care.”
“How did I hurt her?” he barks as he continues toward his room, stopping only when he reaches his door, opening it.
“Don’t be a dumbass. You knew what you were doing when you showed up at the bar with a club girl on your arm. How could you not expect her to be hurt?”
Silence stretches between us, thick and dangerous. Hank turns around to face me as he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t planning to upset her. I was just pissed, and I thought doing it would show her how I felt. Make her understand the other side of what she’s asking.”
“Well, it was the result.” The words drip coldly from my lips. “And if it happens again, we’re gonna have a real problem.”
“What does it matter? She doesn’t want to choose between us. And I won’t share.”
“Then why’d you even pursue her, Hank? You knew we were fooling around.”
“It just… happened,” he admits. “She wasn’t talking about you. And you never made her your ol’ lady. Never claimed her as yours. I just thought it was over between the two of you.”
I exhale slowly. “You never wondered where she was when she wasn’t with you? When she came home late?”
“No.” Hank sits down on the edge of his bed.
I don’t say anything else. I turn and walk out.
