Page 87 of Wild Side
“Share… women…” I say the words.
The girls told me they did that. I knew about it, and yet hearing it in his own voice, there’s something about it that hits differently. I can’t comprehend why it is different, maybe because it’s essentially in my face. I’m also not sure I want details. I don’t think I’d be able to get the images out of my head… probably ever. But when I open my mouth, words come spilling out anyway.
“Did you do that last night?”
Chase’s gaze connects with mine, unwavering. When he speaks, I believe everything he says, and I don’t know if that makes me the biggest fool on the planet or not, but I do.
“I haven’t done that since you got here. I have no desire to do that. It’s you for me, honey. Nobody else.”
I open my mouth to say something, although I’m not sure what I’m going to say. Thankfully, another voice speaks from the doorway. It’s Trent. “He didn’t do anything last night,” he states.
I whip my head to the side, my eyes find his, and I’m sure I look as surprised as I feel at his presence. Chase clears his throat but doesn’t speak. Instead, Trent continues.
“He was blitzed out, trashed. He stumbled to that chair and passed out. If he wanted to share a whore yesterday, today, or tomorrow, he wouldn’t be doing it with me. What you have now, I get it. I understand why he said he was done with that part of our lives. Got no desire to do that with my brother anymore.”
Trent doesn’t say anything else before he turns around and walks out of the room, disappearing down the hallway. Chase moves toward me, crouching in front of me, his hands wrapping around my thighs as he looks up into my eyes.
“Chase,” I breathe.
“I love you, Zadie.”
And my breath… It stops. My entire body is frozen. Before I can say anything, his hands leave my thighs and cup my cheeks. He leans forward, his knees touching the floor, before he straightens slightly, and I feel his lips against mine. He doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he keeps his lips against my own as he speaks.
“I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I am going to do everything in my power to show you that every fucking day, honey.”
Warmth fills my entire body. It flows through my veins. When Chase slips his tongue inside my mouth, filling me, I feel that love. He isn’t just saying these words because I’m pregnant with his children. I don’t think a single man in this building would ever do that anyway.
Words, vows, promises—they mean something here, and Chase would never say something just to say it. He means it. When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed as we just breathe.
“I love you too, Chase. So damn much.”
MAVERICK
Standing against the side of the house, beside the front door, I watch Brake and the moving van pull in. I knew he was coming, but what I didn’t know was that there would be a passenger sitting beside him. One that is not supposed to fucking be here—ever.
My brother is on his way over to help, along with Lightning and a couple of prospects. I already know from Brake that thereisn’t much there. He brought all her furniture and packed up her shit, and it fits in a small U-Haul truck.
Zadie must hear the truck pull up, because she opens the door behind me. I want to tell her to go back inside so she doesn’t have to see the cunt sitting in the front seat of the truck, but I decide against it. There’s no point. She is going to know Sable is here at some point in the day.
“What the fuck,” she whispers beside me.
Clearing my throat, I push off the wall. “Yeah, that’s about what I was thinking.”
The doors of the moving truck open, and both of them jump down. Ignoring the bitch moving toward us, I arch a brow in Brake’s direction. He fucking knows she is not welcome here. And judging by the expression he’s wearing, he’s about as unhappy as I am right now.
“She fucking stowed away,” Brake growls. “I was too far into the trip to turn around.”
When he approaches me, he holds out his hand to shake mine. It would make me an asshole if I didn’t take it, but when I do, I squeeze a little harder than I should. Before either of us can say a word, Sable starts speaking. Unfortunately.
“I’m sorry,” she says, the two words rushing out of her. But she doesn’t stop there. “I did something fucked up, but I just wanted to protect myself. Nobody is going to protect me but me, and I wanted to become invaluable. It was wrong, I know it was, and I need to apologize.”
I don’t say anything. What I do know is that she is likely feeling the brunt of her betrayal now that she’s been at home, and she’s not welcome anywhere near Reapers’ property. The man she was trying to align herself with, for what she claims was protection, is dead.
I know from reports that her father has banned her from the club and his home. She’s alone. And she’s feeling that. I alsoknow that I don’t feel the least bit sorry for her, and neither does any other man in that club.
Because fuck all of that. Fuck the kind of woman she is. I want no goddamn part of it, and the Vicious Reapers won’t accept that shit, no matter what state the chapter is located in.
“I appreciate your apology. I forgive you, Sable,” Zadie says.
