Suddenly, the source of my torturous thoughts stands there, her clothing draped over her arm, her heels hanging from her fingers. It's not the cozy outfit that's caught my attention, but my cut wrapped around her body as if it belongs there. Hell, who am I kidding? She's swallowed up in it. I'm going to need to get her a smaller one eventually. But for now, I'm going to enjoy seeing her wear something that's mine.
Clearing my throat, I tear my eyes away before I say something stupid. Offering my arm up, I'm returning my gaze when she doesn't accept. Not at first, anyway.
She stares at my arm, her brows pinching together. Off the clock, she doesn't even try to plant a smile on her lips. Something else crosses her expression, but it passes by so quickly that I can't wrap my mind around it. In a matter of seconds, she's wrapping her hand around my arm and letting me guide her.
She's still upset about earlier. I should apologize, maybe even explain myself. Even if it reveals just how greedy I am, she deserves the truth.
Her fingers squeeze my arm, and her mouth pinches into a firm line.
"I think this was a bad idea." The words leave her softly, and I almost stumble over my boots. "Maybe we shouldn't do this."
What?Shit. I scared her enough that she doesn't want me anymore?
Does she want to ask someone else?
Already this deep into helping her, how am I supposed to just forget about everything we've done? We haven't spent enough time together. I'll need an eternity to make myself pretend I don't need her.
What do I say?
Tell her that you don't want to play pretend. Tell her that you'll stop running away.
"Bunny..." Croaking her name, my tongue feels like it's tied in a permanent knot. So big that it's clogging up my throat, too.
She doesn't speak anymore, letting the silence creep in.
Heading outside, feeling like I'm walking aimlessly, I'm surprised to see Ace is still here. He's standing in front of his bike, his phone pressed to his ear. From here, I can hear his anger.
Something's wrong. It's a momentary distraction of her words. One for both of us.
Bunny feels my arm stiffen up, and her silence is broken when she glances up at me. "Is everything okay?"
Ace doesn't lose his cool very often, so the answer is an obvious no, but I don't know enough details. "I don't know."
Turns out, everything is not okay at all. Not in the fucking slightest.
The last thing I expected to come out to was my bike, with the front tire slashed and a deep cut into the paint running the length of it.
It'sreallyhard to keep my anger in check. You don't touch another man's bike. Feels like the number one rule has beenbroken here, and I've already gotten an idea of who would want to do it.
"Why in the fuck did they have to slash mine, too?" Ace curses and kicks the ground as he ends his call, most likely with someone at the warehouse. "Now I have to tell her I'm going to be home late.Fuck."
Bunny flinches at my brother's sudden rage, and I feel the sudden loss of her heat when she pulls away. She can see the damage, too.
Her chest swells with a breath, and her expression turns into one I've yet to see. One I already hate.
"This is all my fault." Sounding so quiet, so meek, she wraps her arms around herself. "If I hadn't asked for your help, this wouldn't have happened."
I can't have her blaming herself. No chance. Her pinched brows and sad frown are going on the list of reasons why I'm going to fuck up her stalker. No, this is unforgivable. I'm going to end up killing him.
Moving toward her, I'm reaching out without thinking. Caressing her arms, I feel the goosebumps that already form. "This isn't your fault."
It's the truth. I knew something was bound to happen; I just didn't think the guy would have the balls to direct his anger at me. Dragging her off was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Devil's going to bring a trailer for us. Little shit thought it was hilarious." Ace huffs and checks his bike for further damage. He groans as he runs his hand over the seat and takes in the few stab marks. I'm surprised he doesn't drop to his knees by this point and shed a few tears.
If I'd mentioned I considered one of the security members of doing it, particularly Andy, I have no doubt that Ace would talk with his fists before his words to find out who did it. That's thekind of chaos that would have Dante kicking our asses for not going through him first.
If it were the guy I'd threatened, then Dante would kill us for hurting an innocent. Though this would be a decent reason to break a few fingers.
