“Is that why you’re here? To rub that in my face?”
His beady eyes dance with glee. “I’m here to tell you that while you’re in here, I might ask Miss Masters out. She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she? Maybe she’ll want a professional man now with a degree. One without a harem of women.” He stands, laughing before he walks out.
I’m going to kill that bastard when I get out of here.
I killed two of the Bloody Scorpions, and Ghost took out the president. The rest of the club left after that, and Ghost told them that if they came back here, he would come back too.
Why the fuck didn’t I tell Kenzie about Gia? A small omission, I thought, but it’s come to bite me in the ass now because she’s going to say she doesn’t trust me.
She doesn’t trust me.
I fucked up everything.
When she hung up on me yesterday, I lost my shit.
I need to get out of here so I can talk to her in person. I need to make her understand that I love her. I want her to be my old lady, to wear my patch, and be on the back of my bike for the rest of our lives.
I don’t want any other women.
She’s mine.
And I’m not letting her go.
Not now, not-fucking-ever.
It takes longer than I thought to get released, but when I do, a week later, I make a quick stop at the clubhouse before riding straight to Kenzie’s. Cash told me he has basically moved in there and is getting the life he never got with me. Kenzie makes his school lunches and cooks him dinner every night. She does homework with him at the table. She’s become the mother I wished he’d had.
When I pull up at her house, I see her out the front, looking beautiful in a long black dress. Her hair is tied up in that high ponytail she likes to wear, showing off her beautiful features. Standing next to her, though, is a blond-haired man who must be her ex-boyfriend. Why the fuck is he here? Did I send her right back into his arms?
They are both watching me as I climb off my bike, and my temper flares hot as he steps in front of her as if protecting her from me.
“Chance,” Kenzie says softly, keeping her expression blank.
Fuck. I hurt her so much, and it’s killing me.
“Siren.” I sigh, my eyes just eating her up. I’ve missed her so damn much, and with everything being up in the air between us, I’ve hated every second of being away from her.
“Who is this?” he asks, and my eyes narrow. He looks to be about her age, which annoys the hell out of me. A suit, Freya had called him. He probably works in an office, has no tattoos, and has likely never been arrested or in any trouble with the law.
On the outside, it probably looks like he fits her better.
But no one will ever love her like I do.
“Chance, this is Jesse. He decided not to take the hint and tried to talk to me again. But he was just leaving, weren’t you, Jesse?” she says pointedly.
Jesse glances between us. “This is who you’ve been dating? How old is he?”
“None of your business,” she replies, turning to me. “I need to talk to you quickly, and then you can leave too.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I tell him, taking a step closer. “I might be older than you, but I can still beat the shit out of you without even breaking a sweat. Kenzie is mine. I don’t want to see you here again.”
He takes a few steps back, then turns around and storms to his car.
“You’re back,” Kenzie murmurs, taking me in.
I need a shave, and I could probably use a haircut. But more than anything, I just need my woman. Unable to stop myself, I reach out and touch her cheek. “What did he want?” I ask, even though I already know what he wants. And he’s not going to get it.
She rolls her eyes and shifts on her feet, looking down. “Nothing. I just wanted to make sure it was okay with you that Cash has all but moved into my guest room. Now that you’re back, I’m guessing he will move back into the clubhouse, but he’s always welcome to stay here.”