Page 82 of Bound By Fate
The front door opened and then shut. Did he leave?
Moving out to the living room Dryerson stood there with a laptop in his hands.
“Why do you need a computer?”
“You seriously ask too many fuckin’ questions,” he snapped at me, and it felt like a knife to the heart. He’d never. Not once in the time I’d known him ever snapped at me like that. I felt the tears well in my eyes. I loved this man, and he was angry, saying mean things.
That was not what I’d ever expect from him.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me,” I pleaded, needing some answers as to why his behavior had changed.
“Nothin’s fuckin’ wrong. Just sit your ass on the couch and let me finish what I’ve gotta do,” he told me, moving to the table where I threw my keys.
I ignored his command. That was not how this relationship was going to be. “No. Talk to me.”
His sky eyes were full of menace when he stalked toward me and slapped me hard across the cheek, sending me flying to the couch. The bag fell from my hand as it reached up to hold my face.
Like a spider, I moved quickly to get as far away from him as I possibly could, crawling into a little ball at the far edge of my couch.
“Fuckin’ listen when I tell you to do somethin’,” he said, pointing his finger at me, then he turned and went back to his laptop.
Flashbacks of my childhood flooded back to me. The abuse. The helplessness. All of it twisting my insides. No. I left all of that there. I didn’t have that out here in the world.
Fear gripped me in its clutches. I’d never been afraid with Dryerson, but I was now.
Something had happened, and I had no idea how to fix it.
I just wanted to disappear like I had tried to when I was younger.
This couldn’t be our life.
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DRYERSON
Tommy started to chuckle,but I was more concerned about the men starting to fan around me. Their stares turned to scrutiny as the seconds ticked.
“I have no fuckin’ clue what this guy is talkin’ about,” I told them.
Tommy coughed then said, “You planned this shit from the beginning. Don’t play stupid.”
“I’m not playin’ fuckin’ stupid. This guy is fuckin’ crazy,” I countered. What the fuck was going on here? Did I enter a new universe or something? And why the fuck were the men I wanted to call brothers looking at me as though I’d betrayed them?
“He’s ATF,” Tommy said, and instantly I took a step back as if the words were slashes against my face. ATF? No way in fuck.
“You checked me out. You know I’m not ATF.”
“Undercover,” Tommy said, chuckling.
“Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit.”
This only made Tommy chuckle more.
Cruz stalked up to me. We were equal in height, both Marines, but he had a lot more years on him when it came to club life. The most important thing was I knew he’d protect this club with his life. If that meant taking mine, then so be it.
My gaze did not leave his. “I didn’t plan shit. I also ain’t ATF. That motherfucker is lying.”
“Dry is not that kind of man.” Micah jumped in for me as any brother would do, but I shook my head once. He didn’t need to get brought into whatever was going on here. His father was in the inner circle of the Ravage MC. No way in fuck would I want this to tarnish his stature trying to help me.
