Page 13 of Bound By Fate
Inside my heart squeezed and began to crack into little bits, falling off one at a time. He was a reminder of what I couldn’t have, and it hurt.
“We can’t do this,” I whispered into his chest.
“Yeah, babe. We can and we are.” His hand came to my chin, and he lifted until our eyes connected. I knew there were tears still in my eyes; there was no way to hide it.
“You don’t get it,” I said, shaking my head.
“Then fuckin’ talk to me. Tell me what’s goin’ on in that head of yours, and stop ignoring me.”
I wanted to tell him. Talk to him. Maybe figure something out, but the problem was I really didn’t know how to, nor did I know exactly what my problem was. I was wrapped in a big ball of confusion and guilt. Those two were not a good combination.
It was something I had to work out on my own, though. Right? I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs in hopes of expelling every thought, problem, and situation I’d ever been in.
“I can’t do this right now, Dry. I’m sorry,” I whispered, not lifting my head to meet his eyes. Something told me I didn’t want to see whatever was floating around in them. It would only make pulling away from him worse.
A knock came to the door, and it was very low, so I knew it had to be the birthday girl. She’d just earned herself a Branch costume in the future.
My head came up as I heard, “Annee Kadee!!! Comes out!” screamed though the door. I let out a little chuckle as Dryerson sighed heavily.
Lifting my head, I met his eyes, and I was right. I didn’t want to see what was swirling in them. Not taking another second to get lost in his beautiful blue orbs, I reached for the handle and maneuvered so I could open the door.
Remy, or should I say Poppy, stood there with her hands on her hips and a curious look on her face as she took in Dryerson and me.
“Was youz kissn’?”
Dryerson burst out laughing as I felt like rolling my eyes. Instead of answering, I bent down to eye level, and asked, “What’s up, bug?”
“I needs help takin’ my pesents to my oom.”
She was something else. “Of course. I’ll help. Let’s go.”
“We’re not done here,” Dryerson commented as I started to walk through the door holding Remy’s hand.
“We never are,” I whispered so softly I didn’t think he heard me, but after a few steps down the hallway he murmured, “Yeah, we never will be.”
4
DRYERSON
“Damn,man. Thought you had more game than that,” Micah chided me as I stepped out of the room. I should’ve punched him for the interruption.
“And you couldn’t help your kid carry shit to her room?” Remy was holding Katie’s hand, going down the hallway ahead of us.
One word: adorable. Loved seeing those two together.
Micah chuckled, slapping me on the shoulder and giving me a solid shake. “That was actually Remy. I didn’t have shit to do with the interruption. But it’s funny as fuck.”
“Real fuckin’ funny,” I grumbled, my easy mood slipping. Katie had been avoiding me for months now, and this was the first time we were in the same place where I could get to her. I had to make my move. No way in fuck I’d let it slip.
Thing was I loved Remy, and anything she wanted she got. Even if it was taking Katie from me at an intense time.
“Come on. Cruz wants to talk with us out back.”
Prospect. That was my official title in the Ravage Motorcycle Club. Pretty much the bitch of the group, cleaning and doing all the shit the guys didn’t want to do. But I didn’t care about that. What I cared about was how they took my brother Micah’s back.
They were there for him. They were his family. They welcomed him into the fold. They welcomed me into the fold.
Being in the Marines, I strived for order and unity. I loved having structure but still being free to do whatever in the fuck I wanted. Going back to the small town I grew up in wasn’t an option for me. The Ravage MC gave me that structure and unity in more ways than one. The sense of belonging, and just like the Marines a brotherhood of men who stood up for me.
