Page 22 of Bound by Destiny
“Oh, this just keeps getting better,” I mutter, not liking the fact he brought a woman he didn’t even know to my place to make it look like he was dating her. All to hurt me. Good job, buddy. You get an A in stupid. How can one’s heart feel so full then crack open in the next second?
“I had to put the distance between us again, Em.”
“Why? Why after all this time, you kiss me then turn around and act like I’m the plague. Huh?” Anger boils like hot lava ready to explode from a volcano. One word could set it off, and I’d have no control.
He leans over, setting his beer on the coffee table, and puts his elbows on his knees. “Because it was the moment that I realized I loved you.”
Air? Why can’t I breathe? Why does it feel like he’s sucked every molecule of air from my lungs and the room around me? I swear my heart completely stops in my chest. There is no thump or bump. It’s completely still. I’m frozen, not even able to blink.
Those words on his lips, I’ve waited for since as far back as I can remember. To have him express himself to me in a way that made me feel wanted and needed by him. I craved those words every day. That is, until the other night. The night when he brought his ‘friend,’ which, let’s be honest—I don’t know if he’s telling the truth there—changed things in me.
It was the nail in the coffin as they say. The point of no return. The point when the dreams burn into ash on the ground. I can’t keep doing this to myself. Wondering if he’s telling the truth or if he ‘freaks’ out again then disappears.
The trust there is broken and sadly, I don’t think it can ever be repaired. If it does, it will take a long damn time.
I jump up from the seat. “Micah, I need you to leave.”
He gets up, and a puzzled look comes over him. “Em.”
I shake my head and put my hand on his chest, pushing him away as he tries to get closer. “Thank you for telling me, but you have to leave now, Micah.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“I didn’t do this!” My voice raises to screaming before I even catch myself doing it. “You did it with your stupid, childish games. I’m done playing, Micah. Just done. Please go.”
He sighs. “I’m not giving up on us, Emery. I’ll prove to you that you can trust me. I’ll prove to you that I love you.”
Tears begin to well in my eyes, but I don’t want him to see them. “Out,” I order. He listens this time, and I don’t turn around until the door clicks shut.
“He loves me,” I whisper to myself.
It’s like every time I tell myself I’m okay, life comes and knocks me on my ass again. The sea of anarchy just got wider, and I don’t know what the fuck to do.
9
Jacks
Austyn looksat me like I’ve grown five heads, then her eyes narrow as she catches the gravity of the situation. She’s not the type of woman, though, to let anything go when it comes to the club, and she’s an expert on computers. She did break into the Ravage system once, something that still pisses our main tech guy, Buzz, off.
“I get it, but I need your help with this. Need it under the radar because it could be nothing. You get me?” Not that I believe for one second that it’s nothing. It has to be the reason that Micah thought he needed to come home suddenly. Unless it’s all about Emery, and that I don’t like one damn bit.
“Why do you think it’s Micah?”
I fold my hands in front of me as we sit at her kitchen table. Ryker is gone to the shop, not that I expect her to keep it from her man, but I need it on lockdown.
The club is everything to me, and it’s my job to protect it at all costs. That also means digging and finding the information before accusing someone.
“Was in the surveillance room and someone tripped one of the triggers Buzz set in the system. When I went to check it out, the address led me to the one Micah is now living in.” It took me a while to find it. I’m no fucking expert, but I do have some skills. Not to mention the programs that Buzz set up to track information is pretty easy to work with.
It was pure luck I was the one behind the monitor because the brothers switch off all the time with monitoring our businesses and clubhouse. Not to mention a few other places that need to have eyes all the time. We work on rotation, and it could be weeks at a time that I’m not in there.
When the warning popped up on the screen, I acted damn fast pulling up what I could. Yes, the evidence that it links to his house is there—but I want to know why. Why is he looking into the club and our business when he never in his life even asked about it?
Something isn’t right, and I feel it in my gut. Either he’s hiding something, or he knows information and I need to find out what that is before taking it to the table. I’ll do any-damn-thing to protect this club.
She sucks in a breath. “You think he’s workin’ for the cops or feds?”
“Hell if I know, Austyn. That’s what I need to figure out.” Anything is a possibility with this guy. There is absolutely no trust there at all with me. I guess that isn’t totally true or I wouldn’t have left Emery with him. But he’s walking on seriously thin ice with the sliver I gave him.
