Page 22 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“You didn’t want to maybe also have him look into Saige? Do you even have a last name?”
The thought had occurred to me, but I’m not going to invade her privacy like that. I want this vixen to open up to me on her own. I may not know the first thing about relationships, but I’m smart enough to know I don’t want to start one based on lies and hidden agendas. She’s gonna communicate with me, it just may take her some time. And until I can trust her, she’ll just have to stay put.
“Nah, she’ll talk.”
“You sure about that, Prez? Her will seems stronger than yours.”
“I’m sure.”
“What’s the plan for getting her to fall for you? ’Cause I’ve got some ideas.”
“When did you become a romantic?” I ask Sin in return.
“He’s not. I am. He’s a big, ugly oof who has to fuck his fist, even the patch bunnies don’t want to touch him! I think it’s the red hair. Scares them. Hey, is it also red down there . . . you know, downstairs?” Malice rambles as he reaches for Sin’s crotch. Sin bats his hand away with force. “I’ll tell you what to do, first you’re going to make her swoon with your masculine wiles, then you’re going to make her come to you, make her want you, give her just enough of yourself so she knows you’re there for her, and not yourself. Give her whatshewants, let her feel powerful, don’t be a selfish dick. Can you remember that?”
“Not to be a selfish dick?”
“Yeah, I think that’s what I said. Isn’t that what I said, Sin? Hey! Hey!” Malice snaps his fingers in front of Sin’s face. “Are you listening? Listen! You could learn a thing or two!”
Rogue walks into the room, not a moment too soon, a headache starting at the base of my neck. He nods to me, letting me know they’re done. I’m up and out of my seat, moving in her direction faster than I realize. Not having eyes on her made my skin crawl. I need to see her.
“Fuck, who are you?” Rogue asks as I catch up to him. “Haven’t seen the human side of you in about a decade, brother.”
His words hit their mark, causing my steps to falter. I turn to face him, the man I’ve known since I was in my early twenties. He watched me become president way too young, our siblings died together, and we’ve been through more ups and downs than most. He’s my brother in every sense of the word. So, when he says things, they mean something to me.
“What?”
“You heard me, Camden.” The use of my legal name makes me crack my neck to the side, even though that’s all Saige has been calling me. “What we went through, seeing our own flesh and blood hurt and murdered? We both died that day, right next to the two of ’em. Kins brought me back. It seems like Saige has the potential to do the same for you.”
“I just met her,” I say, repeating Saige’s words.
“That doesn’t mean shit. You felt it.”
The moment she stepped off her bike. Hell, the moment I was being chased, if I’m being honest. There was part of me that felt a shift in the air, something calling me to her, even if I didn’t realize it at the time. I assumed it was adrenaline from the chase, but I was impressed, interested, consumed. . .
“Yeah. You know I’m right.”
“It doesn’t matter. The club comes first, and she’s a threat to everything that means anything to us.”
“So go in there and get to the bottom of it, then you can move on.”
“I can’t have distractions. You know I can’t. Having a woman, an old lady . . . fuck, Reid, I can’t let my focus slip.”
“Sounds like an excuse to me, brother. We’re a team, we’ve all got this, together. Just ’cause you’re the president doesn’t mean it all falls on you.”
“You gonna move back in and make it easier on me then?” I deadpan. Rogue throws his arms out to the sides and laughs.
“You know I can’t. Kinsey won’t leave Aspen Ridge; part of our life is there. You really want her brothers stomping over everything here? We’re not gonna raise kids here when her family wants to be in their lives every day.”
“Kids already, huh? Has barely been a year.”
“Ya never know what the future will bring. Love being inside her too much to care about the consequences of our actions. If it happens, it happens.”
“She feel that way, too?”
“I wouldn’t be doing it if she didn’t. Get in there and figure your shit out. And good luck, she hates you.”
“Ha. You could tell?”
