“You need to leave,” I order her.“Women aren’t allowed in church.”
She does need to leave.I can’t see her right now.I can’t see everything I ever wanted and know that I’ll never truly possess it again.Just having her near me right now is torture.
“That’s too damn bad.I’m not leaving, you and I have things we need to talk about,” she announces.
“Now you want to talk?That’s a little late don’t you think?”
“I tried to talk before, you were just too busy talking over me.Now you’re going to listen to me.”
“You wanting to use my cock again?I’m sure Fury has some condoms we can borrow,” I shrug.
“Fuck, dude.Keep me out of this shit,” Fury mumbles, rubbing the side of his face.“I need to head out after Torrent’s sister so I can try and be back for your damn war,” he grumbles.“Sorry, Rory,” he tells her as he leaves.“He’s not usually such a fucking ass.”
“Come back here and say that to my face you sack of shit,” I growl.
“You got enough of a battle on your hands, Diesel.We can settle our shit when I get back,” he calls out—leaving.
“I can’t believe you,” Rory says and I struggle not to look away from her face.
“What?That’s the deal, right?You want my cock but only if it’s wrapped up so you don’t have to worry about putting down roots and making a fucking life with me.”
“I wondered how long it would take,” she says with a sigh.
“What would take?”
“How long it would take for the old Diesel to rear his head.Seems no matter what changes between us you’re always going to end up being a fucking asshole.I really need to remember that.”
I rub the back of my neck, knowing she’s right.It’s just… fuck her reactions earlier hurt.They fucking cut like a knife.
“Say what you want, Rory.Say it and just go.”
“To start with, I don’t want you to go to war with King.”
“I can’t believe you’d say that shit to me.”
“I can’t believe that you just got your life back and are already trying to throw it away,” she says.
“That’s not what I’m doing,” I growl.
“It sure seems like it to me.Every single one of your men that you look to for council sat here and told you it was a bad idea.They suggested you take time to plan and yet here you are ignoring what they are saying and moving forward.”
“Maybe I’d take my time and plan if my fucking woman would stay here where I can protect her,” I growl.
She blinks, her body jerking like she was slapped.
“I never said I was going anywhere, but if you insist on going to war and not being ready for it, I will.”
“You sat outside my office door and listened in on a conversation that you aren’t supposed to be a party to and now you’re giving me a fucking ultimatum in front of my men?”
“I guess that’s exactly what I’m doing,” she says boldly.“So, am I going back to our room and packing or are you going to have an adult conversation with me so we can work this out.”
“I was under the impression there was nothing to work out,” I mutter, refusing to let hope creep back in.
“Probably because you’re a fucking asshole who never lets anyone talk and just hear what you want.”
The men start laughing and I slap my hand down on the table.
“Get the fuck out.All of you,” I growl.