Page 33 of Deceiver

I laugh bitterly. “So you can further remind me just how much this club hates me? No thanks.”

I jerk my arm from his grip and shove past him, walking down the front steps and rushing toward the exit where my car is waiting. Waiting to take me away from this god forsaken place.

“Bonnie, hold on,” Fury’s voice booms from behind me, but I don’t stop.

When I reach the car and open the door, it slams shut quickly as Fury’s large hand holds it closed. I turn, facing him, tears racing down my cheeks. “Is this enjoyable to you, Fury? Because it isn’t for me. Just let me go do what it is you need me to do and let me get the hell out of here.”

“No, because I’m not lettin’ you drive like this. Come and sit down, I’ll get you a drink.”

“I don’t want to be here!” I yell, throwing my hands up.

“Well too fuckin’ bad because I’m not lettin’ you in that car.”

Frustrated, but knowing that he isn’t going to take no for an answer, I slump my shoulders in defeat.

“Don’tlet him near me.”

Fury nods and slowly releases the car door. I follow him into the bar area of the clubhouse, where he gets us a drink each, and then we find a quiet spot outside to sit. I say nothing, not for the entire first or second drink, by the third, I’m feeling a little less angry and a lot more hurt. I can’t believe he’d take Hazel back, after everything.

“Don’t let this shit beat you,” Fury finally says, after about half an hour of silence.

“Too late,” I mutter.

“Girl I met was probably one of the most determined people I’ve ever laid eyes on. Don’t let one thing stop you from fightin’ for what you believe in.”

“Fighting for what I believe in nearly cost me my life,” I point out.

“You went about it wrong.”

I glance at him. “Maybe, but at the time, I knew it mattered, and that’s all I cared about.”

“Does it still matter?”

I think on that for a moment. Does it still matter? The reason I started doing this in the first place, was because I believed someone had wronged an innocent man. Do I still believe that?

I nod. “Yes. It does.”

“Then don’t back down.”

That’s easy for him to say.

“He wants me to get information from Bill. I don’t know how I’m going to do that without being caught.”

“The same way you have gotten all this information.” Fury shrugs. “You go in and you fuckin’ take what you need. No questions asked.”

“Bill works for dangerous people. It’s different now.”

“You’ll find a way.”

We both sit in silence, a few more drinks going down and making everything feel a little better.

As night falls, I know I’m no longer able to drive and I’ll have to get someone to come and get me. Western has come out of the house, and we’re all sitting around the fire now, continuing to drink, Hazel by his side, giving me a look that tells me she isn’t about to move away from it any time soon. Frustration bubbles once more, and I want nothing more than to throw my damned drink at her, but I have more class than that.

“Why is she still here?”

Hazel’s voice comes above the crackle of the fire, and I pin her with a glare. She has been wanting to start a fight since the moment she walked out here. I’ve ignored her, done my best to pretend she isn’t here, but with a woman like Hazel, you don’t just sit back and ignore her. She will make sure you lose it, and she’ll take great joy in it.

“Because they like me more than you,” I say, giving her a salty smile.

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