I don’t want to recall the good times. When those memories return, so do the ones that are hurtful and creates anger and stress inside of me. Nothing good can come around being with Charisma, but for my family’s sake, I’ll make sure her little ass don’t get un-alived out in these streets.
I pull up to the brick building that was once an old warehouse and has since been converted into an apartment, and I shut my bike, Confusion, down. The MC owns the warehouse, and no one has lived in it in quite some time. Priest sent an agency out to prepare it for me one month before I returned to the country.
“What’s this place?” Charisma asks, climbing off the bike.
“Home.”
“To who? It looks abandoned,” she replies, looking around the parking lot where only a truck is parked.
Besides the truck, the only thing that is around here are security cameras everywhere.
“Me.”
“Oh,” she whispers and crinkles her brow. “Who owns this building?”
“The MC.”
“I don’t . . . I don’t need to be here, Chaos.”
“Looks to me like ya ass has gotten into some trouble you can’t handle. Don’t you think it’s time you follow someone who knows all about getting into and out of trouble?”
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Come on.”
She pulls back when I grab her by the arm. “I told you that I’m fine.”
“And I didn’t ask. I’m telling you, let’s go.”
She resists until I move as though I’m going to pick her up again. “Fine. I can walk on my own,” she states, holding her hands out in front of her as if that could really stop me if I wanted to grab her little ass and toss her over my shoulder.
We head into my building and take the elevator up to the fourth floor.
“This is a lot of space for one person to be living in,” she remarks as we exit onto the fourth floor.
I input my code to lift the gate and step out into the large open floor plan. The entire fourth floor of the warehouse is my apartment, and the design style is industrial chic and modern with exposed bricks and pipes and concrete floors.
She looks all around as we step further into my apartment. I watch as she takes in the gray, white, and black decor in the living room that expands to the open concept kitchen with its industrial design and commercial appliances.
“This is nice. It’s not at all what I expected.”
“You thought I was living in a dump?”
“No, but I wasn’t sure what to expect. Despite its monochromatic color, it has a woman’s touch.”
I grunt but don’t bother explaining that Ember, Priest’s old lady, oversaw the decor. It’s just a place for me to live, but I love it, I must admit.
She spins around and looks at me. “I can’t stay here though.”
“Why?”
“I have responsibilities outside of here that must be taken care of. As nice as it is and though it brings back some fond memories, I can’t sit around playing house with you.”
Fury rushes through my veins, and I want to choke the shit out of her.
“You always did have too much mouth. What the hell really happened that had you running into my bar today?”
“I told you.”
