Page 17 of Pyscho
“What do we do, Tanner?” Mama whispers, and Dad replies, “We make sure he doesn’t ruin his chances, bumblebee, and he doesn’t fuck up as badly as I did.”
Fuck, I haven’t heard Dad call Mama that in years, before he let his role within the club go to his head.
Shaking my head, I grab my drink and put the glass to my lips before downing it, needing the burning and relief.
It doesn’t matter what they say. Last night changed our friendship for the worse because she’s leaving with the knowledge that I didn’t fight for her, despite as much as I wanted and while yeah, I can use New York as an excuse all I want, she knows, as well as my parents and myself, that I won’t make her mine because I won’t hurt her like Dad hurt Mama, like Glock hurt Clara, and Brick hurt Anna.
I’m breaking their cycle even if it means being a loner and losing the only love I’ve ever had until she realizes I’m her one and she returns to me.
Chapter 5
Ivy – Three Days Later
I gently chew my bottom lip as I watch Tate run around the common room full of giggles, welcoming all the attention off the brothers before her Grammy takes her back to Fury’s house for the night and the brothers can party without scarring the girl for life, something I didn’t get the privilege of growing up.
Fury who is currently busy at the garage would kick their butts if they allowed Tate to witness their dirty escapades including threatening bodily harm to the club girl’s if they didn’t dress appropriately around her. Something Lacey likes to try and take advantage of who believes she has more sway being Tate’s egg doner and yes, I said what I said and I’ll stick by it one hundred percentage. She isn’t her mother, and even Tate understands the difference now.
The woman only pays attention to her if Fury is around, something he knows, and the only reason why she’s even at the club is because Fury doesn’t want Tate to hate him as she gets older or allow Lacey to get in the little girl’s head about how he stopped her having access.
If I had it my way, her ass would be out of the club and away from Tate. It won’t be long until she claims to be pregnant again by a brother, given how she gets around them.
The woman needs a good slap, and Fury needs to pull his head out of his ass and finally kick her out. It’s been three years, and the woman has had f-all to do with his daughter. If anything, Skylar is her mama through and through.
I sigh and lean back as the brothers' laughter surrounds me, my eyes taking in the scene before me, watching how they talk and smile while I keep my eyes out for a certain someone, but of course, he’s MIA.
Maybe I could get Mama to send a fake message to get me out of this place and away from the pain I’m feeling just being in the vicinity as Psycho, the man I have dodged since walking out of his house three days ago with a broken or well, more like shattered heart, the brothers not realizing I was doing the walk of shame instead believing I stayed in the spare room.
I shake my head, knowing I can’t put her in that position.
Dad is still trying to win her back after his five mess-ups, and I know he’ll use her text as an excuse to go with me, and I won’t do that to Mama. At the moment, she’s doing everything she can to find who she is since leaving, and I know she’s trying to figure out if she can live without Dad or if she can forgive him and try again.
If you ask me, she needs to stay away from the club for a good few years.
Maybe that will prove whether or not Dad can be trusted.
“I should have dodged my brother's call about today,” I mutter, eyeing everyone.
I notice Dad's eyes already on me, most likely assessing when he can pounce like he always does when I’m here, which isn’t much, especially since the whole Psycho situation where I haven’t been here at all, but today is different. I can’t dodge it without raising red flags, and again, I won’t bring the brothers to Mama’s doorstep.
It’s family day, a day I didn’t want to attend, knowing who I’ll have to see.
“I love you, Ivy. I always have, but this has to be a one-time thing. It can’t happen again, and I uh, I think we should go back to how we were before last night.”
His whispered words float through me as he cupped my cheek, heartbreak shining in his eyes after he walked out of his bathroom fully dressed, looking nervous, making me flinch.
“I love you with my whole fucking being, I have for a very long time, probably way before I should have.”
He’s lying, he has to be.
It doesn’t matter how many times he said it. If he truly loved me, he would be selfish and ensure that I didn’t leave. He would have made sure that I was his always, right? Or am I sounding immature?
But club brothers when they love, they hold onto the woman they claim in their hearts, then claim them in the eyes of the club and make them theirs, right?
Yet Psycho walked away from me.
I get it, he thinks my life is away from the club, but the only reason why I decided to look into moving to New York is because I knew I couldn’t watch him with other women. I know that’s an immature way of looking at things, but I can’t seem to get over him, now even more so. I have always wanted to visit the big apple but Dad refused to fund me despite what the brothers believe so I’ve been saving up as much as I can and I know I could tell him those were my reasons for going but I-I, dammit. I want him to fight for me, to want me with him, to make me see he means what he says.
But isn’t he doing that by letting you spread your wings?
