I’ll give it a few hours to think about it.
I slump in my chair with a heavy sigh and start the check-in process with Viv and Myth.
I’m barely done when Bones walks in. No knock. He thinks it’ll annoy me enough to start knocking when I go tohisoffice. Back in Driftwood, I didn’t have one. The clubhouse wasn’t big enough. He’s been thrilled to pay me back for my lack of respect ever since we moved here. Sucks for him, I don’t mind it.
He takes a seat but doesn’t say a word. Just watches me with narrowed eyes. I wait him out, let him stew in the silence.
Finally, he rolls his eyes and blows a breath.
“You still have glitter all over you,” he says, voice casual.
I lean back in my chair. “It’ll take a while to go away. She used the most annoying kind.”
He chuckles, shakes his head lightly. “She won’t stop at the glitter. You know that, right? She already roped some of the brothers into helping her. They jumped at the chance to finally take the piss out of you without consequences. She might be their favorite person right now.”
I sigh and roll my shoulder. “I can imagine Mindfuck was rubbing his hands in glee. Was Pyro the one who made the glitter bomb?”
He shrugs, eyebrows lifting. “I can only assume. I’m outta the loop thanks to our connection. Temper told me to keep my nose out of it. All I caught were scraps. Apparently, Adora’s dead set on teaching you some kind of lesson.”
“Hmmm.” I drum my fingers on the desk. “Why are youreallyhere, Bones?”
He groans and throws his head back against the chair. “Mama sent me. You had therapy Friday, but you didn’t tell her how it went.”
I suck my teeth. “It went… good. Too good, actually.” I pause. “I’m not going back.”
He straightens, brows pulling tight. “Why the fuck not?”
I throw him anare you an idiot?look.
“Bones,” I say slowly, “that doc is way too good at her job. She sees things. Things that should never be seen. She’ll want to dig up all the metaphorical dead bodies I’m hiding. The problem? I’ve got real dead bodies. I can’t afford the risk. Hell, the club can’t afford it.”
He glares at me. “You’re running from it. Again,” he snaps.
I sigh, and close my eyes. Try to find a way to explain it.
Before I can speak, he slams his fist on the desk. My eyes snap open.
“You’ll go back,” he says, voice final. “You telling me you’d run your damn mouth and start spilling club secrets?Don’t bullshit me, Dom. That woman might be good, but you’re not fucking stupid.”
He leans back, arms crossing. “Temper wants me to go to her, too. What? You think I’m gonna start snitching about all the shit we do here?”
“You’ll go to therapy?” I ask, baffled.
He shrugs. Casual. “Temper wants it. I’ll do whatever the fuck she wants.”
He tilts his head, eyes narrowing. “Adora would want you to do this too. You owe it to her. And you especially need to do it if you ever want another chance with her.”
My breath catches. Silence stretches between us. My mind spins with the weight of that possibility.
“You think I still have a chance?” I finally ask, heart stuck in my throat.
He groans, rubbing a hand down his face. “Temper took me back, Dom. And she fucking hated me when I came for her.Reallyhated me. It’s a miracle she didn’t kill me.”
He locks eyes with me. “Adora still loves you.”
The words are quiet, but they ricochet through my skull like bullets on steel.
I swallow hard. “No, she doesn’t,” I murmur, clinging to whatever’s left of my sanity. “She hates me. And she has every right to.”
