Page 4 of Bully's Darkness
I slow to a stop, keeping my head bowed. Tears drip uncontrollably, and Bria sighs heavily. “Every fucking time,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “Fine, go and talk, but I’m not going anywhere without you.” And she sits on the wall by the gate.
I turn back to Bully. “Make it quick,” I mutter.
“Come inside.”
“No, Liam,” I snap, finally looking at him. “Say what you have to say so I can end this and walk away.”
He frowns, closing the gap between us. “You don’t mean that.”
“Say the words,” I cry. “Tell me how you have no choice, Bully. Tell me how much this club means to you, how you love it more than you’ve ever loved me.” I swipe my tears angrily. “Tell me how you’re going to break every single promise you made to me.”
“Why do I have to choose?” he yells, throwing his arms in the air. “Why can’t I have both?”
“It’s sad that the best years of our life together were the ones where you were in prison,” I whisper.
“Because you were in control,” he snaps, pointing his finger in my face. “You knew exactly where I was all the time, so you were happy.”
“I knew you were safe,” I cry. “I knew you weren’t getting into trouble, or worse, sleeping with some slag.”
His expression softens. “Those days are behind me.”
“You said that about the club.”
“Liv, my Uncle Tony died. What am I supposed to do?”
“Walk away,” I scream. “Choose me.”
Bully
I hate seeing her so sad and desperate. And thanks to me, I’ve seen it far too many times. “It runs in my veins,” I mutter, shrugging.
“Where were they?” she demands, placing her hands on her hips. “When shit went down, where the fuck were they?”
“They were there for me, Liv,” I argue. I feel Taz’s presence to my right, filling his role without me even having to ask. “I know you think they pushed me to do what I did, but it was all on me.”
She rolls her eyes. “You can’t even see it.”
“See what, Olivia?” Taz snaps. “Fuck, we’ve spent years listening to you bitching and whining about how life’s so unfair. Truth is, we would all take a hit for the club cos that’s our life. The fact you don’t get that tells him all he needs to know.”
She scoffs, fixing her eyes back on me, waiting for my response. “Jameson asked me himself,” I say. “Do you know how important that is?” Liv gives a stiff nod then turns her back, heading towards where her sister is patiently waiting. “So, that’s it?” I call after her.
“You made it perfectly clear where you stand the second you ditched me to get a ride home with them,” she retorts.
Bria approaches, holding out her hand. “Keys,” she orders.
I reluctantly hand them over. “Don’t let her drive,” I mutter. “She’s too upset.”
“I know how to take care of my sister,” she hisses. “I’ve been doing it for five years.”
“If you love her at all, you wouldn’t let her walk away. You know this is where she belongs.”
She grins. “And if you love her, you’d walk away from this place and put her first . . . for once.” She stomps away, neither of them looking back.
Taz rests a hand on my shoulder. “It’s shit, brother, but right now, we’ve got stuff to deal with that’s way bigger than you getting your heart trampled on.”
I roll my eyes, heading inside. “She’s my old lady, Taz. Have some fucking respect.”
I feel his grin in his words. “That President patch is already sounding good on you.”
