Page 80 of Rescue Us (Next Generation 7)

Cyrus

Ishouldn’t have pushedher. Not like that. But when Ainsley had continuously given me her body, I only assumed that the trust was there. It wasn’t. Not enough. I didn’t know how to crack that final wall between us. I didn’t need to break it down. Not at first. I just needed it to crumble enough that I could get her voice. It was the only thing I wanted. I could have waited for sex. I often wondered why she would be with me psychically but not emotionally.

When I demanded she actually speak to me, that little voice in my head warned me she wouldn’t like it and would close up on me. But of course, I didn’t listen and only kept demanding for her to say something.

It had been a couple of days since we had seen each other. I texted her, asking if she would be willing to go on another date this coming Friday and all I got back was asure.

My body vibrated with the need to see her, but I didn’t want to overstep and lose the progress I had made these past couple of months. As much as I didn’t like it, I would have to wait.

It didn’t sit well with me at how quiet she was being. Maybe this was over before it even began.

When Friday finally came, I got a text from her that I wasn’t prepared for.

Pet: I can’t meet up tonight.

I responded, asking her why but I never got a reply. I clearly fucked up.

Friday came and went and so did the good mood I was in earlier in the week. With Ainsley, I was at my happiest but now that there was this issue between us, I couldn’t figure out how to make things right.

Everything and everyone was pissing me off. So before I did or said something I regretted, I decided I needed to fight off the aggression. When I was leaving the clubhouse, the hairs on the back of my neck tingled. I looked around me, finding Sammy leaning against the brick wall, puffing on a smoke.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Out,” was all I said.

“Figured that much, brother.”

My jaw clenched.

Things hadn’t been well between us either ever since I ignored his phone call the last time I was at Ainsley’s. Apparently, taking care of a woman who had a nightmare wasn’t a good enough a reason for him.

“You going to see Mouse?” he asked, flicking the smoke to the ground.

“No. I’m going to The Ring.” I needed a good fight. Although, it probably wouldn’t help my mood, I just needed to hurt while I figured out how to fix things with Ainsley. Especially since I hadn’t heard from her since the Friday before.

“Trouble in paradise already?” Sammy chuckled.

My head whipped around. “Careful, brother. You’re treading on very dangerous ground at the moment.”

He pushed away from the wall and stalked toward me. “Am I really? You told me to get my head out of my ass when it comes to Red. Seems to me like you should do the same when it comes to Ainsley.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I spun on my heel, heading toward my bike.

“No?” Sammy followed me, much to my dismay of course. “You’ve been moping around here for the past week. What happened?”

“None of your business,” I grumbled, not liking the fact that he was pushing me.

“None of my business,” he repeated, chuckling. “You know, Cyrus, if you like this woman as much as I think you do, you should fight for her.”

I stopped, slowly looking over my shoulder at my twin. “Thought you didn’t like her?”

He scowled. “I never once said that.”

I grunted. “Could have fooled me. Even she thinks you don’t like her, Sammy.”

“I don’t give a shit if she thinks that or not. I’m not the one fucking her.”

“Why are you an asshole?”

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