Glancing down, I frowned. I had only seen him in his cut a few times. Once on the day I had saved him, and then the day I had left, and neither one of those times did he look so menacing in it.
President.
My eyes fixed on the badge for a split second before I lifted them to meet his eyes. He had done it. Gone to Cardiff.
“Hi.” Smiling, I stepped forward. There was so much I wanted to say to him. “It’s—”
His dark eyes raking over me from head to toe made me pause, and he sneered. Lifting the scarf back around his lips, he revved the engine. The sound was deafening, but it wasn’t the roar of his bike as he sped away that made me stumble back.
Gio and Keeley caught me between them, steadying me on my heels. “It’s ok, Chloe,” Keeley said over and over again as I hyperventilated into my hand. I desperately tried to hide the sound of it, but I knew that was impossible. They both heard it.
“We can leave. You don’t need to do this.”
I blinked slowly, gazing out at the row upon row of headstones that stretched out to the horizon. I had always known that seeing Pocket again was going to be hard. He had every right to beangry at me after I left the way I did, but I just hadn’t expected so much hatred.
“No.” My voice was strong. “I need to do this. For Ghost.”
Gio offered me his arm. “Then let’s do it. And remember who you are. Don’t let what they say get to you.”
I nodded. The people gathered around Ghost’s open grave could say whatever they wanted. Nothing they said could hurt me as much as the look that Pocket had just given me.
Chapter Nineteen
Standing shoulder to shoulder with my club brothers, I stared at her, but it didn’t matter how much I stared. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
When I had pulled up in front of her in the car park, I had thought I had been imagining it. That it was just the way her black dress and coat fell over her body, but now I could look at her properly, I knew I wasn’t imagining it.
Chloe’s stomach swelled spectacularly despite her slim form. Like someone had crushed a ball up her dress. She was still slim and beautiful, but she was one hundred percent pregnant.
She lifted her head slightly and her mouth twitched as she caught me looking. She was going to smile at me. Tearing my eyes away from hers, I scuffed my toes against the wet grass. A little spray of water went up, and I stared at the tiny beads on my boot.
She was pregnant.
Pretty heavily so, and she looked distraught . I didn’t know which one made me more mad. Probably the tears she was shedding for the man dead in the ground.
I was jealous of a dead man! It was a new low.
“Is that her?” To my right and a few people down, Legacy’s voice carried. “The woman my dad left the money to?”
“Stop it.” Elodie, his younger sister, hissed, but it was too late for that. Once Legacy got started, he didn’t stop until Kate stepped in. And his old lady wasn’t here for some reason. I had been gone for months and hadn’t had a chance to catch up with everyone, so she probably had a good reason.
“No, El—” Legacy snarled. “Look at her. Our dad's little mistress. His little slut. She’s fucking pregnant. No doubt she’s going to claim more of Ghost’s money.”
I couldn’t help it. I turned my head towards Chloe. She was still standing there, her back ramrod straight and her head bowed. She could hear everything that was being said about her, but she wasn’t showing any emotion.
The only sign that she was hurting at all was the fact she was clutching the hand of the woman next to her.
I blinked in shock. She was holding the hand of the wife of the head of The Family. Gio was hovering behind both women, like some overgrown bodyguard in a ten thousand pound suit.
She was with them, and they looked really friendly. Really, really friendly.
Suddenly, it all made sense. No wonder she hadn’t wanted to stay with me. Chloe liked her men powerful. My eyes scanned the small group. Maybe she didn’t just like men either, but either way if she was now with the head of The Family, then she had upgraded from Ghost.
No doubt she was living her best pampered princess life. The plaything to a mafia boss.
“Hey!” Legacy called out, and this time I could hear the alcohol in his voice. Not even eleven in the morning, and he was hammered. It wasn’t very Legacy-like, but I couldn’t blame him. He had just lost his father. Just another person who had diedthat he had loved. Legacy had always had abandonment issues, and they were coming in thick and fast today.
“Enough, Legacy,” Elodie said through gritted teeth. Her rockstar husband shook his head and said nothing. “Leave the girl alone. She’s pregnant.”
