“You got anything you want to enlighten me about?” he asks.
I start to tell him to fuck off, and fuck him, but then he takes his phone out of his pocket, and I watch as he looks down at the device, his brows snapping together. I start to ask him what the fuck is going on, but then he flicks his gaze to meet mine.
“Paul must have been watching. He’s at her place now.”
I actually feel the fucking blood drain from my body at his words. Paul is at her place. Which means he’s right, he’s been watching her… and now I wonder just how fucking much he’s seen.
Because if he’s seen me fucking her, that’s going to be a bad goddamn day for her, for the club, and for me. I don’t give a fuck about myself, but Lainey and the club, absolutely.
Piggy flicks his gaze to meet mine, then takes half a step toward me, stopping when he’s just about a foot away. I can see the fury in his eyes, and I have to confess, even if it’s only to myself, that it’s warranted.
I fucked up.
“Don’t kill him. It’s less than a week, Pig. Not sure it matters much at this point,” Bullet says, speaking for the first time.
Piggy’s head whips around, and I wish I could see the look on his face, because my guess is that if looks could kill right about now, Bullet would already be six feet under. If it bothers him, Bullet’s eyes don’t even twitch.
“It is what it is, brother. She made her choice.”
Piggy looks back at me, jerking his chin in my direction, but I can tell that he’s pissed off. I wanted to avoid all of this, every moment of it. I didn’t want anyone mad at me, I didn’t want Lainey hurt, and yet I’ve accomplished both things.
Piggy is pissed off, and Lainey is in love with me and no doubt hurt that I’ve left her there.
“Yeah, that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it or that he’s obviously there too many fucking days early. Goddammit,” Piggy bites out before he turns and walks away.
“He’ll be okay,” Bullet states. At his words, my gaze shifts to meet his. Connecting to his own.
“Yeah,” I mutter. “But I shouldn’t have left.”
“No,” Bullet grunts, “you shouldn’t have. Want to tell me why you did?”
I think about that. No. I don’t want to tell him why I left. What I want to tell him is to fuck off, because it’s not his business. But it is his business. I’m his road captain, and I left the sister of one of the club officers alone.
Unprotected.
Unguarded.
When I promised to do the exact opposite.
I’m the asshole here, and Piggy has every fucking right to be pissed off at me about it. I press my lips together, rolling them a few times, trying to think about how to answer Bullet’s question.
“Not really,” I say.
He smirks but doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he clears his throat and rocks back on his heels before he takes astep toward me. I watch as he dips his chin, his eyes searching mine.
“Say the word, Viking, and we’ll figure out a way to make it happen.”
I know what he’s saying, but I can’t do it. Jerking my chin up slightly, I press my lips together in a thin line. I have nothing to say. We stare at one another for a long moment, then he dips his chin slightly, as if he understands everything I’m not saying.
“So be it,” he mutters before he turns and walks away from me, leaving me alone in the bar.
Shocker clears his throat from the bar behind me. Turning my head, I look over at him and let out a grunt before I say something, which is only to tell Shocker to keep his fucking opinions to himself; then I walk out of the clubhouse and toward my bike.
Then I do something really fucking stupid. I ride straight to her place. The place I just left a few hours ago. I have to know that she’s okay. Even if Piggy is likely already there, I need to be there.
And fuck, that is going to be difficult as hell when she’s married, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay away from her then, either.
LAINEY