“Did she tell you everything?”
“Yes.”
“Including why she didn’t go to the funeral?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“That was a shitty thing to do.”
“How do you know?” I leaned back in my seat. I saw the prospect at the gate watching me. His name was Mason, or Nathan, something like that.
“I had her watched. Cash, Gunner, Rome, and Ace all took turns with me watching out for her. Someone had to.”
“Fuck you, King. You don’t know shit about what I went through.”
“Because you fucked off.”
“Because I couldn’t fucking trust my brothers!” I shouted. “Look, she’s here. She’s having my baby, and I don’t want her to leave. I need her with me, King.”
“Tell her the truth. Tell her everything.”
“I can’t.”
“No, you won’t. Because you don’t fucking trust her either. You don’t deserve her.”
“You think I don’t fucking know that? I never did.”
Morgan was so fucking far out of my league, and I knew it the first time I saw her. I should have kept walking, but she called to me like a damn siren.
“I can’t help you, Jude. She’s my sister, and frankly, she can do a hell of a lot better than you.”
I heard a rustle, and King yelled, “Hey!”
“Chasm? This is Grace. Don’t listen to him. Don’t let her go. Morgan loves you, but she’s hurt. You need to grovel like you’ve never groveled in your life. And King is right; you need to tell her the truth. She needs to know what she’s getting into. You didn’t do that the first time, and she lost everything. A relationship can’t survive without honesty and transparency.”
“She’ll never forgive me.”
“Love can forgive anything,” she insisted. “Ask me how I know.”
“Jude?” King came back on the line. “You better tell her everything and get her back on your side before the old man finds out she’s pregnant.”
I ran a hand over my face. I hadn’t even thought about how O’Malley would react.
“A word of warning, brother. If you hurt her again, nothing I say will keep Sal from killing you.”
He cut the call, and I stared at the clubhouse. Could I tell her everything? Could I put that burden on her? Did she love me enough to forgive me for what I put her through?
I wasn’t sure she’d ever loved me that much. But Grace was right; honesty was the only shot we had of ever getting back to where we were before the world went to shit.
I made my way inside the clubhouse and looked for Morgan.
“She’s in her workroom downstairs.”
I turned toward Benny’s voice. She was sitting at the bar with Smokey, and the way he was looking at her made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I narrowed my eyes at the man and he grinned, before picking up his beer and taking a drink.
“Hey, Prez?”
Turning away from Smokey, I looked at Omen. “What’s up?”
