Can I blame her?
I follow, moving behind her. “It’s not decided yet.” I rest my hand on her shoulder, and she bats it off, whirling on me.
“But you’re thinking about it.”
“Yeah, I guess so. It’s a big deal.”
She flings her hand out to the bed. “And what’s this? Not a big deal? I thought we were trying to build something.”
“We are. That’s why I’m telling you.”
Her brows lift. “So, you’d want me to go with you?”
“Maybe. I mean, yeah, of course. If that’s what you want. But I know that’s asking a lot. Hell, just being connected with the MC is asking a lot. The last thing I want is to put you in danger. My life is dangerous, Six.”
“You don’t think I know that? You don’t think I hate that?”
I sigh. “So, where does that leave us?”
“I don’t know,” she says and brushes past me. “I have to take a shower and get to the track. I can’t think about this now.”
The bathroom door slams, and I drag a hand through my hair, then drop onto the bed.
“Well, I guess I fucked that up,” I mutter, leaning my elbows on my knees.
Our bond was deepening, and now I may have ruined all that, but I have to weigh the consequences of pursuing her. Could I live with myself if I put her at risk? If anything happened to her because of me, I’d put my gun to my temple and end it all. But can I live without her? Could I really walk away from her a second time?
It would destroy her.
Hell, it would destroy me, too.
So, where does that leave us?
Texas is a tough decision—one that might put my relationship with Maggie at risk, but prioritizing the club over personal matters comes with the territory with a one-percenter club.
Finding Maggie in Durango was completely out of the blue. It’s kind of like a piece of my past, coming around again and giving me a second shot.
I fucked up the first time.
I don’t intend to do that again.
But I’m already becoming protective of her, fearing any enemies the Royal Bastards have might target her to get to me. Trying to protect her from the dangers of this world may cost me the one thing I know I can’t live without.
I’ve had my loyalty tested before. With the Royal Bastards and with Maggie.
I’m not about to fail either one. There’s got to be a way through this.
And I can’t ignore the elephant in the room—her brothers.
She kept our relationship a secret from them, and I get why, but that’s fucking over. When we get back to Durango, she’s taking me to their shop, and she’s walking in with her hand in mine, and fuck what they think. They got a problem with it, they can deal with me, and I won’t be the fucking pushover they thought I was back in New Orleans.
Because I know all their fucking secrets.
Every last one.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Maggie—