Stepping into the room, I pull out a chair and flop down on it. “Where’s Cash?”
“He went to do a perimeter check with Lust.” Gunner studies me closely, his onyx eyes missing nothing. “You need us to do anything around here?”
“Leave?” I say, smiling widely.
He lowers his face to kiss the top of my head. “I’m sorry you got hurt, Kenzie.”
“It’s okay, I’d rather know what I was getting into sooner rather than later,” I reply with a shrug. “But it’s harder being around all of you when I just want to move on.”
“We don’t want you to move on,” he replies, sharing a look with Freya. His phone takes that moment to ring, and he quickly hands it to me. “Talk to him, please. He’s been calling nonstop. He tried calling your phone first.”
I take it because I want to tell him to leave me alone.
“Hello?”
“Baby,” he says with so much emotion that my eyes flutter closed.
“Tell Lust and Gunner they can leave, Chance.”
“They’ll protect you until I get home. Listen to me, Siren. What you saw wasn’t what it seemed. I didn’t fuck her.”
“Just like you didn’t touch any other woman, the day you saw me again? I guess that the blow job Gia gave you when you got back to the clubhouse doesn’t count.”
His breath hitches, and he goes silent.
“Yeah, she told me about that. You lied to me. And then seeing you with that woman. I can’t do this with you, Chance. Let me go.”
“I didn’t sleep with her. I didn’t kiss her, nothing. As soon as you left, I pushed her off me. I swear, baby. I just needed you to be safe, so I could do what I needed to do,” he rasps. “And yes, Gia sucked me off. One time. That was it. I never fucked anyone else.”
“Nice of you to be honest about it now, but it’s a little too late,” I say, and I hear him mutter a curse.
“We’ll talk when I get out of here.”
“I think I’m done here, Chance.”
I end the call before he can say anything else.
And then I paste on a smile and turn to face Gunner and Freya, who are watching me closely. “How long until the pizza gets here?”
24
CHANCE
“Nice seeing you where you belong.” Paul smirks, staring at me through the bars. He’s wearing some fancy-ass suit, his hair combed back.
“Nice seeing you lose again,” I reply, smirking. “Consorting with bikers now, Paul? Who would have thought that you’d drop so damn low?”
“Rather them than you,” he replies, pulling out a chair and sitting. “You know I ran into a man at dinner last night, and we got to talking. Did you know that Miss Masters’ ex-boyfriend is in town? Flew all the way from Melbourne to try and win her back.”
My throat tightens to the point that I can’t breathe, but I keep my face expressionless because, no, I didn’t know that her ex was here.
“You seem very invested in my private life. Is that why you got your son to try to make Kenzie uncomfortable at school? Are you proud of raising a man like that, Paul? Seems you hate me for being a criminal, but you’re raising an even worse one. Even I would never harm a woman.”
His face turns red. “I hated you long before you were a criminal, Chance. I hated you when you fucked my girlfriend. The only woman I ever loved.”
“That was almost twenty years ago. You should probably let it go.”
“She moved away after you broke her heart. I was going to marry her!” he spits out, shaking his head and calming himself down. “The Bloody Scorpions might not have worked out, but you’ll still be doing time for the drugs they found.”