Page 6 of Wild Side
I walk past him to my door, ignoring him as I shove my hand in my pocket. I fish out my keys and unlock my bedroom door, continuing to ignore him. After walking inside, I wait for him to follow behind me.
“You better tell me what the fuck is going on,” he demands.
And there is the question.
I’m not sure I can say a word. I don’t know how to explain what the fuck is going on to anyone else. Shocker was hardenough. I’m not going to be opening up to anyone anytime soon, let alone Trent.
“There’s nothing to say,” I state.
CHAPTER TWO
MAVERICK
My brother may bemy twin, but we do not share a brain. In fact, I’m not sure how much we really have in common outside of the club. Never in my wildest dreams would I think that my brother and I could be anything other than best friends who did everything together.
When you share a womb, when you share everything, including fucking the same woman… it doesn’t feel like anything could come between us. But as I watch him from across the bar, I just feel… lackluster.
The bond we shared is different, or maybe I’m the different one. Something inside me changed the minute I saw that girl standing in a field outside of the Rivara Vicious Reapers clubhouse.
Princesses, or so they said. I don’t know whose fucking kids they were, but Zadie was different. She definitely wasn’t a clubwhore. Maybe her friend was, but she wasn’t. Maybe she was just a town girl out there for a good time. But maybe not. I’ll probably never know.
Taking a cigarette out of my pocket, I light it as I lean back on the sofa and look up at the ceiling. Music is playing in the background, no fuckin clue what song. I think Viking is in charge of the tunes today.
I don’t know how long I sit and smoke in silence, watching the smoke swirl around, when I feel someone kick my boot. Straightening, I blink a few times, my eyes lifting to see Bullet standing in front of me.
“Going to have church in a few minutes, get some bids for VP.”
I don’t know why he’s waited this long to get his second-in-command all sworn in and shit. He really doesn’t even need our votes. This is something he could do without us, but I know Bullet wants to do the right thing by the club.
“You got any ideas?” I slide my palms down my thighs.
He shrugs a shoulder. “Trust you all, so I’m open to suggestions.”
Jerking my chin, I stand to my feet, stubbing my smoke into the ashtray beside the sofa. “Mav?” Bullet calls out.
Lifting my head slightly, I turn to look at him, arching a brow in question. Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait. He continues with whatever is on his mind, because it’s something, and I have no fucking clue what.
“I feel like something is going on with you since you got back from Rivara.”
He would be right, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to say it out loud yet… or ever. Actually, I hope the feelings just go away. I’m sure they will in time, anyway. I can’t imagine that I fell in love with this girl. I don’t even know a damn thing about her.
“Just working through some shit,” I say.
It’s not a lie. I am indeed working through shit. I just don’t know what it’s going to look like on the other side. Thankfully,Bullet doesn’t prod me any further. He turns and makes his way toward church.
Goose is already in his seat, which surprises me. We’ve been keeping our distance from one another lately, or maybe it’s me who's been keeping mine, I’m not sure. I also don’t know if I care too much.
I love my brother, but right now, I need to do exactly what I told Bullet I was doing… work through some shit.
As I approach, Goose jerks his chin in my direction but otherwise doesn’t say anything else. I walk over to the drawer where I keep my notebook and tug it out. I’ll be taking notes, then I’ll transcribe them and publish them later so everyone can have access. As the club secretary, I have to pay attention to the meetings, always.
Sinking down in my seat, I lean back and look down at my boots in front of me as I wait for shit to get started. Goose clears his throat beside me. Tilting my head, I look up at him. He is watching me, and I can tell he’s working through his own shit, but he’s confused.
“I’m good,” I lie.
“No, you aren’t.”
Of course, my twin knows if I’m good or not. “I will be,” I amend.
