Page 28 of Broken
Chapter Thirteen
Izzy
It’s been a week since I moved into the clubhouse. Today they’re having a cookout and all the families will be here. I’m excited because it’s the first one for me, and Lucy was telling me how it’s always so much fun.
The club whores are not allowed here during the cookout because it’s strictly for old ladies and other family members. Thank God for that. They have been giving me crap on a daily basis. Nikki told me it’s because most of them are desperate for a place in this club, and now I have one. Not only that, but the brothers have been talking to me more, which apparently pisses them off too. There has been such a shift to how I’m treated here. Where most of the guys barely paid me attention before, now they go out of their way to talk to me. A few of them have flirted with me, or at least I think so.
I’ve barely seen Max. He followed us girls to lunch one day, but we took a separate car and he didn’t get out of his. I know at this point I should just forget about him. He has obviously done that to me. Before all of this happened he at least made an effort to let me know he was there for me. I don’t know what changed. We had agreed that we needed to keep things quiet until he patched in. Now he has completely cut me off.
A part of me can’t forget about him as much as I want to. I dreamed about him last night. That he came today and told me he couldn’t be without me anymore. He kissed me in the middle of the crowd, showing everyone he isn’t scared to be with me anymore. It was an amazing dream, but that’s all it was.
I glance at my reflection in the mirror. I’m wearing black skinny jeans with this red shirt that Tracie gave me. It’s a V-neck but has slits cut into the fabric in between my boobs and down the sides of the shirt. It’s by far the most revealing thing I’ve worn. My hair is down in loose waves and I even did my makeup after a small tutorial from Lucy. They laughed that they were turning me into one of them the other night. Looking at myself, they completely did.
I take a deep breath as I open my door and head downstairs. I see my brother right away. It still feels weird referring to him like that. We haven’t had a chance to talk much because he was away this week on club business and just got back last night. Nikki is with him and when she sees me she smiles.
Twisted walks over quickly, Nikki trailing behind him. “Jesus, what are you wearing?”
I flinch at his question.
“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I’m gonna spend all day chewing brothers out for talking to you.” He smiles at me.
I relax a bit as he explains his reaction.
“Shut up, you big caveman. Let her spread her wings and maybe if she’s lucky her—”
“Don’t you dare say it.” He glares at Nikki before shaking his head. “And they wonder why women outlive men. You all stress us to death.”
Nikki and I start to laugh as he walks over to the bar. “You look amazing, Izzy.”
“Thanks.” I glance around the room, looking for Max.
“He isn’t here yet,” Lucy says from behind me.
I turn my face, reddening. “I wasn’t looking for anyone. Just checking stuff out.”
She gives me a look, letting me know she doesn’t buy it.
“He who?” Nikki asks. “Someone catch your eye?”
“Shhhh.” I look over at Twisted to see if he heard her, but he didn’t seem to.
Nikki’s eyes go between Lucy and me. “Someone better spill before I go hunting for prince not so charming in my own loud way.”
Crap.
“Okay, I might have a thing for someone.” I shrug, pretending it’s nothing serious.
“Well, no shit, Sherlock. I want to know who.”
I roll my eyes in frustration. “Max.”
Her mouth drops open. “Shut the fuck up. The prospect?”
“Shhhh!” Lucy and I both try to silence her at once.
All of us scan the men around us, but they are blissfully ignorant.
I look back at Nikki. “I like him.”
