Page 31 of The Bonds We Break
“Fuck you,” I grumble.
She raises her hands and looks bulky ... like she’s wearing several sweaters. “Backing into the house now,” she says. Then I hear the slam of the door to the cottage.
“What time did that video come in?”
“Slept through the alert as I only went to bed at six. She left it around nine this morning.”
I grab my phone and look the time. “It’s a little after one in the afternoon.”
“You want me to send one of the prospects with some supplies?”
Do I?
“No.”
“No?” Vex asks.
I shake my head. “She’s got blankets. She’s got some tinned food even if she has to eat it cold. She’ll survive another day, and I’m too fucking hungover to take a ride.”
Vex unties the black durag he sleeps in and runs his hand over his hair. “Which is why I suggested one of the prospects. You can’t just leave her there without power or heat.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I like.” I glance up at Vex, disapproval etching his features. “I said what I said. Now close those fucking curtains so I can get more sleep.”
For the first time in my life, there is a look of disappointment in Vex’s eyes directed at me. I close mine so I don’t have to look at it and wait until I hear the door click before I open them again.
She’ll be fine.
She won’t die.
The ceiling spins a little. The fact I’m clearly still drunk is another reason I can’t drive up there.
I close my eyes and try to drift back to sleep.
Unsuccessfully.
I grab my phone and look at the weather app. It’s hovering around freezing. No sign of warming up at all.
Then I throw my phone on the bed and close my eyes again.
Suffering will teach her. Will teach Saint when he finds out I left her up there in the cold.
I want him to suffer through her suffering. With all that Bible bullshit he spouted, he should be an expert in the concept. Hurting her will hurt him way more than anything we did in that shed. I know because I’d burn the world down if anyone touched my sister.
Throwing the covers off the bed, I pad naked to the shower and step beneath the steam. I let the hot water pound on me as I wonder what Rae would do if I told her to wash me.
Would she do it?
Would her fingers treat me tenderly?
I huff. Why would that even matter?
I scrub myself viciously, mainly so as not to encourage my cock to get involved with thoughts of Rae’s hands on me.
When I’m dried and dressed, I walk slowly to the kitchen to make myself coffee and toast. All the while, I try to remind myself I want to be up so early after an all-nighter because I choose to be, not because of Rae.
Men are bunked everywhere.
Two of Whip’s guys sleep on mats in the hallway. Our clubhouse isn’t big enough for proper guest accommodation. Perhaps we should think about building a couple of bunk houses in the back.
