“No, he wasn’t. You are fucking him, aren’t you? How long has it been going on?”
It was like he didn’t even want to hear my excuses. Maybe it was too late to even try and talk my way out of this. I didn’t know.
“A while.” I finally admitted.
“Are you fucking crazy Chelsea or just plain fucking stupid?”
His words stung. I had expected many things but not the venom in his voice. That I didn’t understand “He cares about me.” My voice was small, unsure.
“No, he doesn't, Chelsea. Or have you forgotten he has a girlfriend? A woman he lives with?” Young Blood reached across the table to take my hand.
“Of course I haven’t forgotten.” I let my fingers curl around his. Not because I had feelings for him but because I needed a friend. I hadn’t realised how much I had needed to talk about this until that moment.
“I know he is with Melody. But he doesn’t love her. He loves me.” At least I hoped he did. He hadn’t said the words so I couldn’t be totally sure.
“Chelsea.” Something in Young Bloods voice made me look up sharply. “Chelsea he is playing you. He doesn’t love you. He’s about to announce his engagement to Melody. He needs her on his arm to keep control of the club.” Another squeeze of my fingers. “I’m sorry Chels, I really am. But Wicked won’t give up everything for you. To him, you are just a fuck. Your not even the only one he is seeing.”
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even feel. Because I had known. Deep down I had known that what Wicked and me had couldn’t last. It had been wishful thinking on my part to think otherwise. I had been naive.
Really really naive.
“I’m sorry Chelsea.”
I barely heard him. But I knew he needed me to reassure him. “It’s ok.” It wasn’t ok, it was so far from ok.
I didn’t know if anything would ever be ok again.
Chapter Eighteen
Wicked
Something was wrong with Chelsea. I just wasn’t sure what it was. For one she didn’t answer my texts. Not one of them.
It was like when she went back to school all over again. Her ghosting me completely. I just wasn’t sure why. We had had an amazing weekend. Sure towards the end, she had been preoccupied but she had been fine when I left.
“Where’s Young Blood?” I wanted to get on the road. Now my brother had finally arranged a meeting with Gent I was eager to put some miles behind me.
Plus of course the sooner we left the sooner I could get back and find out what the hell was going on with Chelsea.
And I really wanted to know what the hell was up with her.
Ruin glanced up. “I asked him to go and help Chelsea.” As always when I asked about his sister Ruin was totally oblivious. The smile didn’t even falter on his face.
“Everything ok with her?” Holding my breath I waited for him to answer. Maybe he could shed some light on her sudden icy behaviour.
“Yeah, she wanted some help changing the locks.”
His words were like a knife being twisted in my heart. She was changing the locks? It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since I had left her house and she was changing the damn locks like I meant nothing?
My fingers curled into a fist.
“I think her and Young Blood spent some time together this weekend. He was away a lot and then yesterday when I sent him to check in on her he didn’t get back until late.” He shook his head. His dark hair flying about his face.
My head shot up. I knew that Chelsea hadn’t been with Young Blood over the weekend because I had been, but had he spent last night with her? Was that why she was suddenly so cold?
“You ok with that?” My voice shook. I couldn’t help it. But if Ruin noticed he didn’t say anything.
“Not really my business. But no I’m not happy about it. I don’t particularly want her hooking up with any of you assholes. She’s too young for all the bullshit that comes with being with us.”