He couldn’t claim me in front of the club and my brother and ask me to wear his patch but he had done the next best thing.
And somehow those three words were enough.
Chapter Fourteen
Wicked
It was strange how quickly and easily we fell into sneaking around. In public, when people were around us. When they were looking me and Chelsea barely spoke to each other. Hell, we barely looked at each other.
It was like we were strangers.
Until they weren’t looking, and then I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Sometimes I watched her without her realising when she was daydreaming with her fingers pressed to her lips and her eyes glassy. And I knew, I just knew she was remembering our time together.
I tried to go to her as often as I could. And she never complained. But sometimes, after we had made love I caught the sad look in her eyes.
At the moment she was fine with the way things were going between us but I also knew she wouldn’t be forever. Sooner or later she would need more and when I couldn’t give it to her she would walk away.
I might be her first but I wouldn’t be her last.
Of course, I had always known that. It didn’t make it any easier though. The thought of having to give her up was eating me up inside. It made me distracted and short-tempered.
And now wasn’t the time to be distracted, even by the gorgeous Chelsea.
“Gent wants a meet.”
Glancing up from my coffee I stared at my brother. We were so alike in many ways. But at the same time so different. Everyone thought I was the crazy one. The violent one. And I was but my baby brother was borderline psychotic.
“Set one up then.” I had been pushing for a face to face meeting for weeks. I wasn’t sure why he was looking at me like he wasn’t sure what to tell me.
“Ok.” He sat heavily. His eyes on the fingers he was drumming on the table. “I’ll set that up.”
Truth wasn’t telling me something. I could always tell. He had always been a lousy liar which was why he didn’t do it. Even by omission.
“What’s eating your brother?” Setting my mug down I stared at him.
“You.” There was no hesitation in his voice. “Something is going on with you.”
Well, that was an understatement.
“Something is wrong with you and Melody. You rarely get home before dawn these days….”
I cut him off. “You been keeping tabs on me?”
He shrugged. “Someone’s got to have your back big brother. Have you met someone new? Is that why you aren’t coming back at night to her.”
Met someone else? I laughed. After all what else could I do? “No, I haven’t met someone new.” It was the truth after all. He would appreciate it. Chelsea wasn’t new and I hadn’t just met her.
“I’m just running on empty you know? I need some time …”
“Why don’t you take the weekend? Hit the road. Clear your head and when you get back things will be…..”
I barely heard. He was speaking the truth though. A few days would be good. Some time to recoup and clear my head.
Some time with Chelsea would be even better. Although it might be a bit suspicious if we both disappeared at the same time.
Or maybe I was just paranoid.
“Find out when and where Gent wants to meet Truth. I have some things to sort out.” Without another word, I left him sitting there. He would arrange everything. I had my own arrangements to make.