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I see Smokey sitting at the bar.
He tenses when he looks my way, and I know he's expecting me to go over to him, but I don't. Instead, I limp past him, heading to the door, making sure not to look at him as his momma furrows her brows at me.
If I go near him, I'll castrate him, and I would like some more kids one day.
It takes me ten minutes, but by the time I get to Smokey's house, I'm sweating, my stomach aches, and my leg is killing me, but I don't stop. I quickly rush in, a plan in motion, ignoring everything in the living room and go upstairs and start to pack. My clothes, April’s, and her giraffe are the only things I own here.
I quickly pack, then head to her room and pack hers as my heart breaks. I don't want to leave, but I know I have to. He doesn't trust me, and by the looks of things, he's done something with Diamond, something I don't know if we can overcome when he finally starts to remember.
Twenty minutes later, I look around the house, making sure I haven't forgotten anything before I write a check worth $20,000 of my savings and a note stating it was for rent on said bakery that he seems to think I've used him for. The note also asks for a contract to be written up for the bakery, if not, then I'll find work elsewhere. I place the paperwork in an envelope before quickly grabbing my phone and ordering an Uber to meet me at the gate. Smokey owns a big chunk of my car, so I won't be taking it.
I take one last look around, my tears starting to build before I leave. As I shut and lock the door and place the keys through the letterbox my phone rings. I pick up the two duffle bags before grabbing my phone out of my pocket. I answer it without looking at the screen.
"Hello," I grunt as I start walking down the dirt road, trying to pick up my pace without damaging my leg.
"Hey darling, it's Snake." I hold in my snort at his defeated voice. I know why he's called. "Look, uh, I was wondering if you could come to my office so we could talk."
I shake my head because why not put me in the place where the man I love is who doesn't love me back anymore to tell me I need to move out?
I clear my throat. "Sure, can you give me half an hour? I've just got out of the shower; PT was hard today."
Absolute bullshit, but I need time to get off club property. Smokey wants space, so I'm giving it to him, even if it kills me. Though it's better to do it now because if he did do something with Diamond, I know I'll never forgive him.
Snake clears his throat. "Of course, darling, I'll have Cannon come pick you up."
I hum and thank him before hanging up as I get to the gate. David, a prospect looks at me with confusion as an Uber pulls up with perfect timing. I walk over to the prospect and give him a sad smile before handing him the letter, making him frown.
"Can you give that to Smokey please," I whisper before leaving with my heart in my throat.
I place my things in the car first before I climb into it, and just as it pulls away, I notice David on his phone as Doc rushes out, his eyes wide, Snake following.
I break down in my mother's arms when I get home, happy that Phil has April tonight.
29
Smokey – Two Weeks Later
I swallow the whiskey down in one, making David wince before he pours me some more.
"You sure that's a good idea?"
I shrug at Doc's question. It probably isn't, but I feel like I can't fucking breathe, and I know it's because Livvy left. I don't fucking remember her, but my heart beats for her.
It doesn't fucking make sense, and it's screwing me up.
Doc sighs before taking a large sip of his drink. "She won't talk to me. I refused to transfer her to someone else, I've refused payments, and she'll come in for PT but ignores me when I pop in, and she keeps leaving cash with reception."
I nod. "I don't know what you expected, Doc. You told her she was a patch chaser."
He winces. "I was angry. Her eyes had shut down; I thought she was giving up on you, brother."
I snort and take a sip of my drink, savoring it this time.
"I only said what I said because I knew she was with you. I had it all planned, Doc, and she hasn't given up on me, brother. She messages me every morning and evening, always ending it with an I love you. She's giving me the space I desperately needed at the time."
He sighs. "Yeah, well, I didn't know that at the fucking time, did I?" I nod. "I was sticking by my brother because I knew, when your memories return, and they will, you'd kick yourself. And now the woman won’t speak to me."
I huff. "I'm already kicking myself, brother, but we all know it was for the best, even if I feel like I'm missing part of my soul and not understanding why. Having her here, seeing the pain in her eyes every day because I don't remember her or her daughter, it put too much pressure on my chest."
