She can be infuriating with the smirk on her face, and the cunning eyes. She can distract any man that walks by. But I’m not going to allow her to think she can do whatever she wants or have her own way. I am still in awe of the natural wonder and beauty of her but she can be very stubborn and impulsive.
“We can sit here all day angel but we're not leaving here until we figure our own shit out,” I warn her, waiting for any kind of response. And when I say she can be stubborn she'll wait out for her own timing. She has a one-track mind and she has plans that she approves of.
I'm trying to give her the benefit of the doubt knowing that she hasn't had a long relationship in quite some time either because she was being cautious with Finn or she was being cautious with herself. But someone has to speak up in this relationship if that has to be me, then fucking hell it's going to be me.
“Fine,” I gave her the opportunity to speak her mind first so I'll do it, “You want to know what I saw in there? Someone who thought that she was in charge and forgot something very important,” I tried to suppress the anger. “Charlotte, I will fight for you and your family whether that be blood or not, but this club is my family as well and now yours. We both have two families we have to put into consideration.”
She interrupts me, “Are you calling me selfish?”
“Hold up now, don’t be putting words in my mouth that I didn’t say.”
She unfolds her arm, extending out dramatically, “That’s what it sounds like.”
I shake my head, “Charlotte. You’re used to considering one side of things, your side, your family. I’m telling you, there’s two families now,” I gently remind her, again.
She falls silent, processing everything.
“That emblem on your collarbone, it’s not just something pretty. You said yes to being a part of this. It’s not a one way street. Do you hear what I’m saying?”
She darts her eyes to the ground, like a child who’s been called out. She slowly nods her head.
“Charlotte, look at me.” I told her. She doesn’t move, her eyes stay to the ground. I fear I may have lost her.
“Lottie,” I say, and remarkably her eyes quickly move to mine. Her eyes wide with surprise. Her mouth agape.
“Don’t you ever call me that.” she says, with a look of disgust. “I’m only Charlotte to you.”
I snicker, “Yes ma’am.”
She exhales, slumping in her chair. She mumbles under her breath, “I’m sorry.”
I lean forward, “You wanna say that again?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
I lean further, grabbing the chair, pulling her closer to me, almost between my legs. I grab her hands, caressing the soft skin. Everything has been a lot, but if I thought she couldn’t handle it I wouldn’t have brought her into the mix.
“Want to answer my question now?” I asked her again.
She thinks for a moment, “I’m on autopilot, and it just amazes me that you all didn’t have a plan for the next step. After all this time with you all feuding, you haven’t made a plan to take them? I just want the kids safe, so I thought a trade would work. So I jumped the gun.”
“I would say you were ready to spill blood from Rawlings.”
“You can’t tell me that asshole doesn’t deserve it after his attitude,” she raises her voice.
“And your’s was any better?” I push the question.
She rolls her eyes, I grip her chin. “You were just doing good, but roll your eyes at me again and I’ll bend that ass over in a heartbeat.”
Her eyes soften, “You and I both know we’d enjoy that too much.”
“Now who’s the little demon?” I place a soft kiss, she pulls forward more, but I pull back.
“Keep going with your explanation.” I let go of her chin, leaning back in my chair.
She growls a bit, before continuing, “Autopilot. Selfish, I am not. But I can see where I seem ungrateful, which is not fair to the club. But Keola, come on. Those kids! Cedric! You can’t blame me there,” she starts to get defensive, straightening her back, spilling out all the words stuck in her head. The passion in her voice roars.
“I’m not disagreeing, but things don’t happen instantly. Look how long it took all our resources to find Cedric.”
