Page 105 of Rest In Pieces

I take a step back. “So you left me in your bed, dripping with your cum, while you went to play White Knight for Monica?” I don’t care if I sound bitter—because I am. If the roles were reversed, I know he wouldn’t be okay with it.

“It wasn’t like that. I couldn’t sleep, so I was up working on a project for a client. When I realized someone needed to check it out, only a few guys were still awake. I took Hannibal with me, and nothing happened. We slept sitting on the floor of the hotel room.”

“Havoc has a lot to adjust to, you know—getting out of prison, being in a new club, taking over as president. It’ll take time, and I’m sure it won’t take much to overwhelm him and freak him out.”

He frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“I was thinking that Nevaeh and I could spend the night with him. I mean, not in his bed or anything, like we’d sleep on the floor. So he feels better, and he’s not alone.”

“Like fuck.”

I give him a look, waiting for him to realize the hypocrisy. It takes a moment, but then it hits him.

“Shit. I’m sorry. Trust me, I wasn’t happy about it either. You can ask Hannibal.”

“And you both had to stay?”

“She doesn’t know Hannibal, and there was no way I was staying without him. I’m not interested in Monica, Amity. I’m not a cheat.”

“If I thought you cheated, I would’ve punched you already. But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with this.”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice, G. You promised you wouldn't have Monica on your bike again.”

“She was on Hannibal’s, but he got an emergency phone call and had to go. I couldn’t leave Monica stranded at the side of the road.”

“You could have called someone else. Hell, you could have called me. There’s always a choice. Look, I’m going to get ready for my scene before I say something I’ll regret.”

“You’re still staying at the clubhouse tonight, right?” he asks as I turn to leave.

I nod. “I’m going to leave the RV here. Can you ask Havoc to come pick me up?”

“I’ll take you back.”

“You’ll be here later than me watching Monica. Don’t worry, G, it doesn’t mean anything,” I tell him softly before walking away.

I’m probably overreacting, but I can’t help how I feel. I mean, I wouldn’t care if it were Nevaeh on the back of his bike. But the thought of Monica’s grabby hands on him makes me want to rip her nails out. I hate that I’m acting like a psycho, but the woman brings out the worst in me.

“Hey, Amity. You okay? I’ve been calling your name.” I look up and see Jack and Matt—one of the trainee runners—standing in front of me.

“Yeah, sorry, I was in my own little world. Looks like it’s gonna be one of those multiple-cups-of-coffee kinda days.”

“I hear that. You got a few minutes? I want to go over a few things before we reshoot the scene.”

“Sure.”

I walk with him to a picnic table, and Matt follows close behind with an iPad. I cock my eyebrow in question. Runners don’t usually take notes, but it seems like Matt’s trying to make a good impression. Jack’s lips twitch as he shrugs.

“Sit. You want me to get Matt to run over and grab you a coffee?”

“I don’t want to be a pain.”

“I don’t mind,” Matt says.

“If you’re sure, I’d love a skinny latte. Thank you.”

“No problem.” Matt hands the iPad to Jack and heads off to get my coffee.

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