Page 17 of Forsaking All Others

He glances back at me.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“No thanks required,” he replies. His eyes hold mine for a second and he raises his hand. He’s about to touch my cheek, but he must decide against it because his hand falls to his side. “Baby, you gotta quit keeping tabs on my dick,” he rasps.

Well, I wasn’t expecting that.

“It fucks with my head,” he adds hoarsely.

Orthat.

“I’m sorry.”

He nods.

“I know.”

A heavy breath passes his lips and he winks at me before turning back to the door. Opening it, he slips out without another word or glance in my direction. I lean my head against the leather seat and a tear slides down my cheek.

All we do is apologize to one another.

The thing is, I’m pretty sure we’re both past the point of thinking a simple‘I’m sorry’will correct our past. No, it’s bigger than that. Maverick is right, we’re still a team and every apology—whether it’s his or mine—is spoken because we value the other person more than we value our own egos.

The flame flickers.

It burns.

Maybe next time.

Chapter Six

Maverick Burnside

I watchas Holly peels out of the compound before turning around and making my way into the clubhouse. As soon as I close the door, I’m greeted with Ghost’s bloodshot eyes.

“Vivi got in her face,” he supplies, his jaw clenched. “Know you don’t want to hear it, but that bitch is bad news. It’d be good if someone maybe broke both her legs.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“That an offer?”

“I ain’t above it, man,” he hisses, fixing me with a look.

Most days the man drowns himself in so much poison, he don’t know whether he’s coming or going. Today, is not one of those days. Ghost’s got his eyes open and his mind set.

“You ain’t the only one who lost her, ya know?”

I sigh.

“First Leftie, now you?”

Fuck the coffee.

I’m gonna need a bottle of Jameson to get through this morning.

Ghost shrugs, pushing a joint between his lips.

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