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My eyes go wide. “You really love me?”
“Yes. I love you. When I thought that I might never see you again tonight, it made me afraid. More afraid than I’d ever been because I never got to tell you.”
My stomach swirls with butterflies as I step closer. “There is good in you. I believe it.”
“Then you believe a lie.”
“No.”
He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. “Tonight…something happened we didn’t expect. There was a man…he…wasn’t a good guy.”
“You knew him?”
Rock nods. “A long time ago. I’d buried the memory of him, and what he did to me and Jett…”
Oh, fuck.
“Rock?”
He looks off toward the door, his face so lost that I want to hold him in my arms and never let go.
“He molested us, that’s all you need to know. It started when we were seven.”
My breath hitches, but it sounds more like a gasp. “Oh my god, Rock.”
His eyes don’t meet mine. They look anywhere but. “Maybe that’s why I’m depraved. Why I am the way I am and I enjoy hurting others, or maybe I’m just a sick fuck.”
“No.” I cup his face and make him look at me. “You’re none of those things, Rock. You hurt bad people, not good or innocent people. You don’t hurt kids. There’s a big difference between you and a murderer.”
“But I still did it. I was still there, with a gun in my hand. Even if I didn’t deliver his final blow, I was part of it.”
“Good. One less pedo on the streets has to be a good thing.”
“He’s not a man whose disappearance is gonna go unnoticed.”
“What does Cash say?”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “No regrets.”
I smile too. “Thank you for sharing that. I know I’m not supposed to know anything about ‘club business,’ but I’d never tell anyone, Rock. whatever you say to me, stays with me.”
His eyes meet mine. “You’d make a good ol’ lady.”
My lips part. “What if I want that? To try.”
His eyebrows knit together. “You’d move here?”
I nod. “I like it here. Living here with you… If you promise to take me out on a proper date to a restaurant that the club doesn’t own.”
He bends and kisses my lips. “I think I can do that.”
I sober for a second. “I’m so sorry about what happened to you.”
He strokes my hair. “Me and Jett didn’t have a great upbringing. Our mom was a crack whore, as you already know, and she died young. After we got taken away, we were passed from pillar to post and never settled anywhere. None of our foster parents were good people. We were in and out of foster homes up until we ran away at fifteen. Livin’ on the streets was better than puttin’ up with what they were doin’.”
“I’m sorry, Rock. People are so fucking shitty.”
“Tell me about it.”
