I slid down the bed so that I was lying next to her, on my side. “We should talk about Bullet.”
“What about him?” she asked. There was tenseness in her voice that hadn’t been there before.
“Sweetheart, he almost raped you. I need to know how that’s affecting you.”
She took a moment to answer me but then said, “I fucking hate him for it and it’s not something that I’ll move past straight away. But I’m not going to let him win. He did this to both of us, Scott. Sure, I was the one he physically attacked but he did it to fuck with you and it did. So, we’ll work through it together. I won’t shut you out so long as you don’t shut me out.”
“I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve a woman as good as you,” I said as I lightly brushed a kiss against her forehead.
“I think we both lucked out,” she replied, wrapping herself around my heart a little more.
Chapter 32
Harlow
I grabbed the container with the cake in it and got out of my car. Surveying the building, I took in the Storm logo above the front door. It was a huge logo with wings, a skull and flames coming out of the skull. There was a chain threaded through the image. In my mind the chain symbolised the bonds that held the club together. Family. It was so evident when you sat back and watched the way the club members interacted. I’d now been to two get togethers with the club and I visited the clubhouse nearly every day. And the best thing? They’d welcomed me with open arms.
I pushed through the front doors and made my way to the kitchen. When I got there, I was excited to see that Madison was already there waiting for me.
“Can I see?” she asked, excitement bubbling out of her.
I smiled. “Of course.” I opened the container and revealed the cake to her.
“Oh my God, it’s amazing!” she exclaimed.
“You think he’ll like it?” I asked. I’d designed a cake of the Storm MC logo for Scott.
Her warm eyes found mine, and what I saw there gave me goosebumps. Family. She reached out and squeezed my hand. “There’s nothing that you could do or make that Scott wouldn’t love. My brother is completely in love with you.”
Happiness flooded my body, but I was hesitant to accept it. “I don’t think he’s in love with me, Madison. It’s only been a month.”
She cocked her head. “Are you in love with him?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
Smiling again, she said, “So, if you can fall in love with him that quickly, it’s highly possible that he can fall in love with you in that time too.”
She made a good point.
“What’s in the container?” J asked, coming into the kitchen.
Madison shushed him. “Harlow made Scott a birthday cake.”
“Shit, what time’s the party?” J asked.
“Why?” Madison asked, giving him that look that couples give each other when one of them believes the other has forgotten something or screwed something up.
“I have to pick up the steaks,” he said.
“You forgot!” Madison accused of him, playfully smacking him on the back.
He laughed. “Shit, you’re a hard woman to please, Madison Cole. I just remembered, so technically I haven’t forgotten because I’ll have them in time for the party.”
She laughed and pointed at the door. “Go! Hurry.”
He leant in for a kiss and then he left, throwing a wink over his shoulder. I loved watching them together; there was so much love there and they had a lot of fun together.
“Oh crap, I forgot to tell J something. I’ll be back in a minute,” she promised as she ran out to find him.
I busied myself with getting plates and cups ready for the party. Scott was celebrating his thirty-fifth birthday and I’d been surprised when he agreed to this party. It had only been about two weeks since Bullet had tried to rape and kill me; two weeks since Scott and Blade had killed him. He’d been open with me about the fact that they’d taken care of him; he just hadn’t told me how it had gone down. I didn’t want to know, so I was glad he hadn’t shared that much. Something told me that he never would; that it had actually been out of character for him to tell me as much as he had.
We’d invited some non club members to the party and I was excited. Mum and Cassie were coming and Lisa was too.
“Hey, babe,” he murmured in my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
I jumped; I’d been engrossed in my thoughts and hadn’t heard him come in. “Hey, you.”
He turned me around so I was facing him, his hands now resting on my ass. “I have a confession to tell you.”
“What?”
“I overheard your conversation with Madison just now.” He had a cheeky smile on his face.
“Did you? And what do you have to say about it?”
“Well, it reminded me of a conversation we started a couple of weeks ago, one where you asked me where I thought we were headed.” He dipped his head and kissed me. When he broke the kiss, he asked, “You want to hear the answer to that?”