There is a soft knock on the door, but I can’t make a move to get up, so I only let out a groan. The person on the other side takes that as their invitation to enter. I know who it is before she even speaks.
“I cannot believe you walked away,” Daisy announces.
Keeping my arm in place, I let out a grunt. “I didn’t have a choice. I needed to go before things got worse.”
“You mean before you confessed the love you obviously feel for her?”
I can’t fucking answer that. Because I won’t lie. I’ll tell her the truth, like the fact that I already told Lainey I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. Goddammit, we’re both stupid as fuck.
“It doesn’t matter, Daisy,” I grind out. “Doesn’t matter at all, no matter what anyone says, because she’s made her promises, and I’m not going to betray my club.”
“You’re an asshole, then, and you don’t deserve her.”
Throwing my arm off my eyes, I sit up and look at her across the room. She’s standing in my doorway wearing nothing but a pair of thong panties. No doubt she’s come from someone else’sroom, her pussy freshly fucked, her tits fully on display and bare. Yet she’s got the nerve to tell me I’m fucked up.
“You’re standing in front of me after fucking someone in this club, your body on display and your pussy open for business, and going to criticize me?”
I hate myself the moment the words leave my lips. I shouldn’t take out my own anger and frustration on Daisy. She’s really fucking sweet, always been nice as fuck, and here I am, being an asshole to her.
“I know you’re hurting,” she whispers, but it’s her who’s hurting because I can hear it in her voice, “so I won’t take offense to that, but just know, I know who and what I am, Viking. But I also know who you are. You can cut your hair. You can get lost inside your own head. You’re a good brother, a great friend, and a good man. But you don’t deserve her if you’re not willing to fight for her.”
She’s right. I don’t fucking deserve Lainey. “Come here, Daisy Duke,” I call out.
Her lips twitch into a smirk as she makes her way toward me. Without a word, she crawls into bed beside me. “I’m not sucking or fucking you this morning,” she murmurs as she wraps her arms around me.
“I’m not licking or fucking you, either. You no doubt still have someone else’s cum inside your snatch anyway.”
She slaps my chest but lets out a laugh that bubbles up from her chest, then I hear her speak. “I probably do.”
“I didn’t mean any of it.”
“I know.”
I fall asleep again. Having Daisy next to me helps, but she’s not Lainey. And as much as I pretend that she could be, both my body and brain know that she’s not. I fucking love that woman, and nobody else will ever compare.
And I can’t have her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
VIKING
Daisy is gonewhen I wake up. I don’t go looking for her. It was a moment of weakness. I shouldn’t have allowed her to stay, shouldn’t have needed her. I need to get my shit together, that's what I need to do.
After showering, I put my clothes on, my normal uniform of jeans, a tee, my coat, and boots. Walking out of the bedroom, I make my way toward the bar, but I don’t stop for a drink. It’s well into the afternoon. I slept most of the fucking day away.
Unfortunately, I’m met with not only Shocker sitting at the edge of the bar but also Piggy and Bullet, who are staring at me with hard, narrowed gazes. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I look at the screen and frown.
I don’t have any missed calls or messages, so I can’t imagine why they’re looking at me the way they are. But since we aren’t a shy group of men, they let me know immediately what the fuck the problem is.
“You just fucking left her alone, completely unprotected,” Piggy growls.
I almost burst out laughing. Mainly because Lainey has complete fucking surveillance at her place, which her brother, who is so pissed off at me right now, knows full and well because he’s the one who set that shit up.
“And you had no fucking way to check on her, to keep tabs on her and her place?” I ask.
“Fuck you,” Piggy grinds out.
My lips twitch into a smirk. I think about telling him to fuck off, but he’s not all wrong. I said I would protect her, watch over her, and then I walked away in the middle of the night like an asshole. I can’t tell Piggy why I left, though. I can’t tell him that I’ve fallen in love with his sister, and I walked away in an effort to protect both her and the club.