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I roll my eyes as Dad laughs, and she sighs, “It isn’t for the best. You and she together are what is best, and I get it. You have watched brother after brother cheat and lie to their women, expecting them to stay around, but you’ve also seen the women, like me and Clara, leave. Don’t underestimate Ivy, not to put you in your place if you even check another woman out, something we all know you won’t do because you are head over heels for her. Most importantly, sweet boy, don’t underestimate yourself, believing you’d follow in your father’s footsteps.”
I look down while Dad flinches at Mama’s words, and Mama mutters, “Sorry,” and I look up to see Dad send her a little smile as a moment passes between them.
I want Ivy, I do, I’ve never denied that, even to Mama and Dad, but can I get over the fear of hurting her to give her the life she deserves.
Can I claim and drag her away from the life she’s trying to build?
Or do I leave things how they are, not fight like she wanted me to, and see how the future goes?
Chapter 7
Ivy
“Ivy, once you’ve done the Ford cambelt, can you do a full service on Ms. Hannah’s Camero?” Gary shouts from his office door, and I look up to see him grabbing his tow truck keys.
Gary Winders is an alright boss. Though I have only been working here for about two weeks, he’s done nothing but make me feel welcome. It helps that he’s basically a silver fox, so he’s good to look at.
“No problem, boss,” I reply with a grunt as I tighten up the belt.
He says, “I’ll be about an hour. Tanner broke down again.”
I wince but wave a hand at him.
Tanner is his grandson, and he is adamant he can keep his rust bucket on the road, wanting to prove Gary wrong.
When he brought it to the garage five days ago, bragging that he got it for a steal, Gary said it wouldn’t last the month. Since then, the man has been adamant about proving his grandfather wrong, but this is the fourth time in five days he’s had to go out and get it running again.
Shaking my head, I quickly finish my job, knowing it’s going to take me an hour and a half to do the service on the Camero before I take a look at the Harley Davidson 1962 that has a brake failure, not willing to stop for anything.
I need to work and keep my hands busy because I’ll probably fall apart if I stop.
It’s been a week since I saw Misty follow Psycho out of the officer’s hallway and I ran out of their like my ass was on fire, coming up with conclusions which would most likely hurt Psycho because I know him inside and out and there is no way he’d sleep with her after confessing his love for me. It’s been a week since I found Mama being held at gun point.
A week since she begged me not to get Dad involved.
It's been a week since I found out she had breast cancer and is currently in remission.
I’ve ignored everyone’s calls, including Venom’s, and I’ve blocked Psycho. I need a fresh break from the club, especially if I have to go through what I now need to go through while silently hoping Psycho proves to me exactly what I mean to him without me breaking Mama’s stupid trust.
Taking a deep breath, I walk over to my rag and quickly wipe my hands.
“I want you!”
His nasally disgusting voice echoes in my mind.
That was his only request, me, but not for a night.
“Hey girlie, where on earth have you been?” a voice to my right says, and I turn and make eye contact with Raya. Her icy blue eyes narrow at me, and I swallow hard.
The club isn’t the only one I’ve been dodging.
“I slept with Psycho,” I blurt out, knowing she’s about to grill me, which I cannot handle right now, and she freezes, her eyes widening in shock. I continue, “Then three days later, after telling me he loved me, but we can’t happen, he slept with Misty, or I-I think he did.”
“That slimy mother–” She begins but cuts herself off and asks, “Wait, what do you mean think?”
I ignore her question because I’m already second-guessing myself with that part or more like seeing the bigger picture and not what my scared heart wanted to see, my word vomit not stopping, and I add, “I ran home only to find Mama being held at gunpoint...”
Oh god. My breathing picks up, and my tears fall as I place the back of my hand to my mouth and choke back a sob, my resolve breaking with just one look at my best friend, my reality drowning me.
