Page 39 of Creed
When we were both bloody as hell and too exhausted to move, I finally told him everything. He never flinched, not even when I told him she was a cop. That’s when I realized I hadn’t done a great job of keeping her a secret. He’d known about her all along.
I couldn’t believe it, so I asked him outright.
“You knew?”
“Of course, I knew. It’s my job to know what’s going on with the club.”
“And you never said anything?”
“Figured you’d come to me when you were ready. Didn’t think it would take so long.” Before I had a chance to respond, he added, “But just so we’re clear. You made the right call letting her go.”
“Doesn’t feel that way.”
“Maybe not now, but it will. One day, you’ll see that you weren’t in a place to give her what she needed. And you’d never really be able to trust her. Not with her being a cop.”
That wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but I knew he was right.
I hadn’t wanted to admit it, but deep down, I’d thought the same thing.
Now, all these years later, he was staring at me like he was seeing the whole damn picture. Preacher stepped in a little closer, dropping his voice. “Then, maybe it’s time you figure it out, brother. One way or another. If she meant enough to keep you up at night all these years, you owe it to yourself to find out if you mean something to her.”
I didn’t say anything.
All that noise in my head, the guilt, the memories, and the what-ifs all went quiet for a second. Eventually, I answered, “You’re right.”
“I usually am,” he scoffed with a smirk. “So, listen to me when I say, if there’s still something real between you, don’t waste it.”
“Don’t plan on it. But I gotta figure out how I’m gonna see her again.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He gave me a pat on the shoulder. “I’m heading out. Gonna take Tabitha for a ride before I drop her off at the house. You good here?”
“Yeah,” I said, giving him a nod. “We’re good.”
He returned my nod, and with that, he turned and made his way back to Tabitha. Moments later, they were on his bike and Tabitha had her arms wound around his waist, holding on tight as he whipped out of the lot. Seeing them together tugged at me.
It had been a long time since I had a woman on the back of my bike. It had been even longer since I’d had Devin on it.
Too damn long.
I finished my shift and took the long way home. I needed the extra time to think. By the time I turned off the highway, it was dark, and with the washed-out driveway, it was hard to see the turn-in. My back tires skidded slightly on the loose gravel, but not enough to slow me down. I drove through the iron gate and started the trek up to the house.
I had just over ten acres, and all of it was lined with a wooden fence and crossbeams. My place was tucked back and difficult to see from the main road. That’s one of the things I liked most about it.
That and the fact that I’d designed it myself.
It was a two-story home with four bedrooms and an office I rarely used. It had white siding with black trim and a white fence surrounding the entire property. I’d had it built after one too many sleepless nights in my old, shitty apartment where the walls were thin, and there were too many ghosts lurking about.
I wanted something of my own, and I busted my ass to get it. Saved every nickel for years, and when the property came up for sale, I jumped on it. I started building as soon as the ink dried. I picked out the blueprints, bought every fixture, and chose every finish.
I had a kitchen with actual counter space, easy-to-clean concrete floors, and a massive walk-in shower that was currently calling my name. I stripped off my clothes, and when I stepped under the hot water, the tension of the day started to slip away.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, and my dick started to twitch the second my mind drifted to Devin and how good she looked when she stepped out of that campus building. It was like I’d stepped back in time, and she was still the Dev I used to know. So young and full of life. Eager. And only had eyes for me.
I reached down and took hold of my hard shaft, moving my wrist up and down. A man knows his way around his own cock, and I knew the second I touched mine I wasn’t going to get off. Not like this. Not without her.
It was that thought that had me getting out of the shower and tracking down my phone. I wasn’t sure who the fuck I was going to call. Maybe a florist or one of the brothers. Anyone who could give me a clue on what to do, but when I looked down at the screen, I realized my day had already been made.
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