Page 59 of Bully's Darkness
She buries her face in her hands. “You realise none of this would be happening if you just kept your dick in your pants for once.”
Her words twist my already aching heart. “Yes,” I whisper. “But it’s done. I can’t change it now. You need to stay away from him, Liv.”
“I can’t,” she mutters. I brace myself for her next words, like she’s about to confess her undying love for my enemy. “I think he’s stalking me.”
It’s not what I expected, and I sit back down, my brow furrowed. “What?”
“He knows where I am. He knows things about me that he shouldn’t . . . like the roses. How does he know that?”
“Maybe you told him?” I suggest.
“I didn’t. We haven’t been having meaningful chats, Bully.”
“Maybe he’s tracking your phone?” My mind races for an explanation.
She shakes her head. “You smashed the old one. This one’s new.”
I nod thoughtfully. “I’ll talk to Whizz, see what he can come up with.” I step closer, and she watches through mistrusting eyes. It’s another reminder that I’ve hurt her. “Are you okay, after The Woodthorpe?” She nods, her eyes fixed to my hand as I move it closer and brush her hair away from her face. Her eyes flutter closed, and she leans into the touch like she’s missing me just as much as I’m missing her. “Please avoid him until I have an answer for you. If he’s stalking you, who knows what he’s planning.”
“If security is letting people up, how am I going to stay safe?”
“I’ll speak to them.” I lean down swiftly, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead and head for the door.
“You’re not demanding I come back to the clubhouse?”
I glance back and almost smile at the confusion on her face. “It’s another fight that neither of us need. I love you, Liv, but I know I’ve messed everything up. I respect your need to be here, away from me. But you know the club is your home, and you’re welcome there anytime. There’s a safehouse,” I shrug, “you just need to ask.”
Olivia
I stare after him with a mixture of confusion. If he’d demanded I go to the clubhouse, I would have refused. I’d have fought him every step. But secretly, I would have felt safer there. He’s giving me space, respecting my boundaries.But, fuck, Bully, it’s the one time I need you to pull your alpha bullshit.
I get back into bed and fall into a restless sleep.
It’s Bria who wakes me a few hours later, shaking me hard. “You were sleeping heavy,” she whispers, smiling when I open my eyes.
I roll onto my back. “What time is it?”
“Ten. Bully’s here.”
I sit up quickly. “What?”
There’s a smile pulling at her lips, and I sense she’s pleased he’s here. “Don’t get no ideas,” I say, grabbing some joggers and pulling them on. I fasten the top few buttons of his shirt that I took when I left. “He’s here about Dagger.”
We step into the living room, and my stomach knots when I see Bully by the window, arms tense, eyes locked on something outside. Whizz is crouched beside him, setting up a strange-looking device, wires snaking across the table like nerves.
“What’s going on?” I ask, the words sharp enough to bring Bully’s attention to me.
“Whizz is checking for bugs,” he says flatly.
“Dagger hasn’t been here.”
“To your knowledge,” he mutters, eyes narrowing.
Beside me, Bria goes still. Her body tenses like she’s bracing for an earthquake. “What did I miss?”
“I’ll explain later,” I whisper, but I’m not sure how I’ll even begin.
Bully crosses his arms, muscles coiled. “Your sister deserves to know a psycho is stalking you.”
