“Get some sleep,” he grunted. “You’re safe here.”
He pulled off his shirt and bared that chest of his to me. His body was almost covered in ink, and I found myself jealous that it hadn’t been my artwork on him yet again.
“You didn’t answer me outside,” I said.
“No,” he replied. “We haven’t yet.”
“But, Alex, that’s not territory you can broach on…until you’ve claimed it back. Donald didn’t want to run drugs anymore, and he made that clear.”
“How the fuck do you know that?” he growled at me.
“I’ve been part of this club for longer than you have. When you ran off to join the Nomads, I was here, waiting for you to come back and when you didn’t, I was welcomed as their family. I know things that happen in this town, Alex.”
He was angry, and I had no idea why.
“Go to sleep.”
He grabbed a shirt and pulled it on angrily, before he grabbed his cut. I moved in front of the door before he could open it, the anger seething off him in waves.
“It’s because of us, isn’t it?” I asked him. “The Italians want you to run the drugs here even though it could start something.”
He didn’t answer, but he looked away. That was all I needed to know the truth.
“You can’t, Alex, it’ll get you killed,” I said, reaching out for him. He stepped back, my arms falling beside me.
“We don’t have a choice,” he admitted. “We’ll be fine. The drug business will be ours anyway, it’s just been moved up is all.”
“Alex, please don’t go,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest. “Lay down with me, stay with me.”
His eyes were dark, and he stayed glued to the spot.
“I have to,” he ground out after a moment. “Don’t open this door.”
He bent and lifted me over his shoulder, throwing me down on the bed, before he stomped his way out of the room and closed the door.
Tears ran down my cheeks silently.
He doesn’t want you.
Matteo’s words came back to me and I felt cold, disgusting, unwanted. Curling into his pillows, I inhaled his masculine scent of tobacco, sea salt and leather.
I still fucking loved him.
Even after all these years, I still loved Alex O’Leary.
Bear
Viper, Rebel and Kirby were riding behind me as I took them to the drop off spot. Savage was driving the van with the stock from the Italians. Hawk and Ace had some grovelling to do to their women, so I tookpoint on this. There was no point in them getting caught in this if it truly was something to ignite a war. I had my guns loaded up and ready, as did Viper and Rebel. Kirby hung back, keeping an eye on the proceedings. He needed the exposure.
We sat on our bikes as we got there, waiting for the dealer.
Orla begging me to stay in bed with her floated through my mind, hardening my dick was not fucking helping right now. She had no idea how much I wanted to do that, to be inside her at all fucking times. I’d done the only thing I could, I’d put distance between us so I could do this thing and prevent a war with rival clubs. Even though the Rabid Wolves helped us, it didn’t mean they wouldn’t turn on us on a dime. If we fucked them over with this, and what I could only assume was millions of dollars of drugs, we’d be at war.
A car drove up, followed by two others.
“We’re on,” I said to the boys behind me. Viper stood beside me with Rebel on my other side. Kirby hung by the van with Savage as the driver got out with his goon. His smirk made me want to punch the fucker.
“The product over here?” he asked me, his accent thick and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was Corkish. We’dbeen at war with the Corkish mafia before, and that hadn’t ended well.
