Page 47 of Fixate

“I’ll be fine.”

She hesitates, stepping toward the door. “I’ll check in, in a bit.”

Clearing my throat, I move to sit up on the bed. “Honestly, Maxxy, you should head to The Plantation and check in. Make sure that Cain’s men are doing what they need to. I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

“You’re kicking me out?” She juts her hip out like she’s annoyed.

“I’m sending you back to work. I have plenty of people here who can look after me. You have a job to do. You should do it.”

She licks her bottom lip, sniffs, then heads for the door. “I’ll still come back and check on you.”

“Just do it after work,” I reply.

She reaches for the door and pulls it open, closing it behind her with more force than necessary.

“Good going, dickface.” Falling back onto the bed, I let out a groan as I scrub at my face.

Shaking my head, I release a heavy sigh, then move out of bed, going over to my laptop. I grimace as I sit on my desk chair and flick on the screen.

Getting the cold shoulder from Maxxy was just what I needed to push me in the right direction.

I have been neglecting the one person who has been there for me for the last six years.

She’s probably been wondering where I am.

So I pull up a document and start typing out a letter.

Dearest G,

I hope you went into Christmas with an open mind and called someone to hang out with.

My Christmas was… eventful. I came down with

I stop typing, trying to think of what I should tell her. Obviously, I can’t tell her a club rival poisoned me because she doesn’t know I’m a biker, and I don’t want to scare her off. She’s not about that crime life anymore, and I’m here, balls deep in it.

Maybe I shouldn’t be trying to keep up this charade with ‘G.’

Maybe I should just be open and honest with her.

No more lying.

But then there’s a risk of her hating me for lying to her for six damn years. And the thought of her reading about the truth in a letter is abhorrent to me.

No.

If ‘G’ is going to find out the truth about me, it will be in person.

But first, I need to finish this letter.

I came down with the flu. Hit me like a ton of bricks. Talk about fever and aches and pains. Maybe it was more of the man flu?

Whatever it was, I don’t want to get it again!

I guess it’s the time of year for it, though.

I’m assuming from the lack of reply that you didn’t like your ‘jingle my balls’ ornament? Maybe you’re just busy—it is a hectic time of year.

Anyway, I guess this flu has got me thinking… we’ve been writing for years. I feel like I know you. You’re this HUGE part of my life, but there are still so many things Idon’tknow about you.

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