Chapter Twelve
The next day, after a morning of studying, I exit my room and walk straight into Mary.
“Oh sorry honey,” she says in her sweet voice, her arm going to my waist.
“Sorry,” I mumble, giving her a small smile. She is looking beautiful today in high waisted shorts and a singlet top with a picture of a pin up girl on it. She’s so hot! How could Arrow cheat on her... with that!
“I was just coming to get you actually,” she says. “You’ve been cooped up in your room all morning; do you want something to eat?”
Could she get any nicer?
“Sounds good,” I say. “How have you been?”
“Good, busy with work,” she says as we walk side by side into the kitchen. I look down at what I’m wearing, track pants and a singlet top with a chocolate stain on it. I look like shit compared to her.
“Where do you work again?” I ask her, sitting at the table.
“I’m a vet,” she says, opening the fridge and pulling out a large container.
“Wow,” I say, impressed. “Beauty and brains.”
Except for dating Arrow.
She laughs. “You’re sweet. Here, Sin told me to make this for you and make sure you eat it.”
She puts the container in front of me, a healthy looking chicken salad. “Thanks.”
“I’ve never seen him care for someone so much,” she says, staring at the salad.
I smile but decide to ignore that comment. “Where’s Arrow?”
She loses her smile. “Club business. Listen he told me about what happened yesterday.”
My jaw drops open. “He did?”
She laughs at my expression. “Yes, he did. We aren’t exclusive, him and I. But thanks for standing up for me all the same.”
“I don’t get this club,” I admit.
“You don’t have to honey. Love the man love the club, that’s just how it goes. Dex was pissed at Arrow for letting you see what you did.”
I choke on a piece of lettuce. “Love?”
Is that why Dex hit Arrow? Because he had to deal with my reaction to seeing Arrow cheat?
“Oh I’ve seen how the two of you look at each other,” she says, flashing me a knowing look.
“Do you need glasses?” I ask her keeping a straight face. I turn as Tracker, Irish, and Allie walk in.
“Hey you,” I say to Tracker, giving him a warm smile.
He walks straight to me, leaning down and kissing me on the head. “I’m hungry, cook me some food.”
I gasp. “You have hands, use them.”
“He was using them pretty creatively just before,” Allie purrs. What? Does she just sleep with anyone?
“Get the f*ck out Allie,” Tracker growls.
I stand. “Thanks for the food Mary.”
Heading back to my room Tracker stops me in the hallway. “What’s wrong?”
I sigh and turn to face him. “I guess I thought you were my only friend in this place and now you’re f*cking the enemy. I don’t know. I guess I’m just hormonal.”
Yes! Saving me once again.
“And you kissed me!” I blurt out. “I guess that wouldn’t mean anything to you though, considering...”
“The f*ck,” comes a heated growl. I turn and look into angry blue eyes.
Shit. F*ck. Shit.
“Umm...” I mumble.
Yeah I have nothing.
“You kissed her?” he says to Tracker, who stares him straight in the eye and nods. “Outside,” he snaps, then walks off.
Tracker turns to me, eyes piercing into mine. “Sorry, but you’re his.”
With that, he walks off. I go to follow them but I hear Dex call out to Arrow to keep me in my room. Shit, he couldn’t call anyone else?
“Hello little girl,” he says, grinning. He points to my room door. I put my hands on my hips and stand my ground.
“Aren’t you going to stop them?” I ask him, my voice raising. In answer, he herds me into the bedroom.
“Now about the other day,” he starts, pretending as if there weren’t two men out there doing god knows what to each other.
I laugh nervously. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“What are you sorry about?”
I frown. “My pregnancy stunt didn’t cock block you?”
He laughs now, holding his stomach. “F*ck no, as if these bitches care.”
Lovely. “I just really like Mary, okay. Don’t worry, Dex gave me a warning.”
His face softens lightly. “Yeah, Mary is a good girl.”
I roll my eyes. “She’s a catch! Someone needs to wife her!”
His lips curve. “Now don’t be saying things you can’t take back.”
I blink. He blinks. Then we both laugh. When our laughter subsides, Arrow looks at me intently. “Need to ask you something.”
“Go ahead,” I say.
“You realize Sin is going to take over the club someday...”
“As President?” I ask. I’d never really thought about that before. What does that mean for me and our child?
“Yeah. Being the old lady of a president isn’t just for anyone,” he says, playing with his beard. “You need to learn when to keep that mouth of yours shut.”
I open my mouth and then snap it closed.
“Good, you’re learning,” he comments, looking amused. “We like you so we let you get away with shit, but not all bikers are like that you know. You can’t go running your mouth in front of others.”
“I’ve already been told this. And Sin doesn’t even want me,” I say, unable to keep the bitterness out of my tone.
Arrow grins. “He f*ckin’ wants you; trust me on that, little girl.”
“No he doesn’t want me. And he doesn’t want me being with anyone else either,” I huff, staring at the door. Before Arrow can grab me, I run to the door and through the house. When I walk outside, I see all the bikers and women standing around Dex and Tracker, who are both beating the shit out of each other. Tracker has blood streaming down his face, while Dex just has a cut lip.
“Stop it!” I yell at the top of my lungs.
Dex doesn’t even turn my way, instead he calls out one word. “Irish!!”
Irish walks to me, lifts me in his arms, and carries me away as I squirm and scream. “Why aren’t you stopping them?” I yell, pushing myself away from his body. He carries me like a bride instead of over his shoulder, obviously being careful about my stomach. As we enter my room, Arrow is still sitting there, looking bored.
“Why the f*ck did you let her out?” Irish growls unhappily. “You’re gonna get your ass kicked.”
Arrow shrugs. “She doesn’t think Sin wants her, thought it’d do her good to see him fighting over her.”
That’s where he was wrong.
He wasn’t fighting over me, Faye Connor.
He was fighting over his possession.
The difference in those two things is astronomical.
“I suck at life,” I mutter under my breath. I mean, I don’t really know Dex do I? Sure I knew him as a kid, but he was much older than me so it wasn’t like we hung out. I always thought he was gorgeous.
He is gorgeous.
But it’s more than that.
“What did Tracker do anyway?” Arrow asks, leaning on his elbow.
“Nothing,” I lie, not wanting them to know what went on.
“Bullshit.”
“Hey, I was told I’m not allowed to mention anything I see in this club,” I say, grinning impishly at the two men.
They both laugh. “You’re a million times better than Renee,” Irish adds.
Arrow punches him in the arm.
“Who is Renee?” I ask, trying to sound casual, but curiosity laces my tone.
“No one,” Arrow says, giving Irish a look I can clearly decipher. Shut up—it says.
I throw my hands up. “No one tells me shit around here!”
“Would you rather be back home?” Arrow asks, raising an eyebrow. I picture myself back home. My parents breathing up my neck every two seconds.
Faye, did you study?
Faye, I don’t think you should wear that. Cover up more.
Faye you already have a boyfriend at your age. The whole town is talking about you.
“No, I wouldn’t,” I reply with total honestly. “But this place is boring too.”
Irish huffs. “Only ‘cuz Sin is keeping you locked up here like a f*ckin’ princess. If you were allowed out to play, you’d have a good time.”
Interesting.
“Oh and if you weren’t knocked up,” Arrow adds gruffly, eying my belly like it’s contagious.
I run my hands over my stomach. “This is true.”
The door slams open and Dex stands there, adrenalin and fury radiating from him. The air gets sucked from the room as we stare at each other.
“Out,” he growls to Arrow and Irish. Arrow flashes me a sympathetic look before he leaves. One I don’t appreciate.
Dex starts to pace, and I sit and wait for him to explode. I can feel it coming.
Feel it pulsing throughout the room.
“My kid in you, and you’re kissing another man?” he yells, punching the door twice. I flinch with each hit, then stare at the crack in the door.
“It was just a kiss! And I saw you with that skank in the hallway!” I yell, losing my temper.
“So what? It was going to be another revenge f*ck? You seem to like those don’t you,” he sneers, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Don’t twist my words! It was one kiss, and he’s a nice guy,” I tell him, looking away.
He laughs but without humor. “None of these guys are nice guys Faye, they are just being that way to you because they know you’re under my protection.”
I open my mouth to reply but he cuts me off.
“Tracker, the man you think is a ‘nice guy’ killed someone last week,” he says in a tone I’ve never heard from him before. “And do you know why he did it? Because I gave him the orders to.”
My eyes flare as I take in this information. Instead of feeling scared all I can feel is anger.
“And you want to bring my kid up in all this?” I yell, standing up. “What the f*ck do you want from me Dex?”
His face goes blank. “I don’t want anything from you Faye, except my kid. Now I’m going to go f*ck someone, while you stay here and think about what a bitch you are.”
My face falls as he slams the door shut.
F*ck him!
I’m so done.