Unless of course, she told me to get lost.
That was a real possibility.
I had faced down gunmen, criminals out to take my life and yet this was the scariest thing I had ever had to do. I couldn’t seem to get my body to move off the bike and towards her door.
The curtains in the apartment above the bar flicked open and I held my breath.
She was awake.
That meant I wasn’t about to wake her up and...
A man came into view.
A shirtless man, his chest catching the light as it slanted between the buildings.
No, not a man, Bobby.
I had put him back into the bar, insisted on it. By doing so had I pushed her into his arms.
Rage engulfed me, white-hot anger that burnt a trail up my throat. I was blinded by it.
“Brother.” Hansel’s voice was soft, calming. It was the first thing he had said in all the time we had been waiting. There was a clear warning in it.
I ignored him. He could warn me all he wanted. The damage was done. Bobby had stepped so far over the line that he could no longer see it.
Gypsy was mine. The whole club knew the score when it came to her. I had warned them that she was off-limits and Bobby...
Bobby had betrayed my trust; he had betrayed the code.
And he would suffer the consequences of it.
“It might not be what you think it is.” Hansel was poised at my side, no doubt ready to grab me if I started moving towards the door. I risked a glance at his face. It was impassive but I could see the worry there.
He had every right to be worried after what he had witnessed me doing a day earlier. What I had done and allowed to be done to that man was nothing compared to what I was envisioning doing to Bobby the moment I got my hands on him.
And her?
“I want her gone from this town, Hansel. Before the end of the month, I want her gone.” I glared at my oldest friend. This was his fault. He had agreed to the partnership. He had brought her to me.
“Fang, be reasonable. She isn't yours. You can't just drive her out of town because she likes someone else. Gypsy has the right to…”
“Get her fucking gone, Hansel. I mean it. If you don't like my orders, you can follow her out of town.”
He winced at my words. “Prez.”
“I mean it, none of the Sons are to drink here again. Make it known. And…” My voice dropped to a whisper. “You tell Bobby he isn't welcome at the clubhouse again either. If I find him on my property, I'll break his legs.” Glancing down at the sunflowers in my hand, I frowned.
In a way I blamed myself for disrespecting Corinne's memory.
My muscles bunching, I threw the prettily wrapped flowers at the bar door. They hit with the smallest of thumps, their giant yellow and black heads scattering across the step.
Sunflowers for my Sunflower.
It served me right for thinking that someone like her was right for someone like me.
“Let's go.” I didn't wait to see if he followed me. My bike roared into life.
I needed to get away from The Drunken Otter and its Judas inhabitants.
