“Yup,” is all I say, then we are moving.
All I fucking want to do is see my girl and get some blood into me, to clear this shit out of my body.
15
Delaney
Sitting in Thorin’s room at the clubhouse, I look at the clock, silently fuming that he is not back yet. It is past two in the morning, and he is still not back yet.
I left work early not feeling it there, Thorin on my mind, and I was messing orders up. My crew told me to finish early and to get some rest, telling me that I looked exhausted.
Little did they know that the argument with Thorin weighed heavy on my mind after we went in different directions. Him turning his back on me and doing God knows what with God knows who.
The thought of him going to another woman makes my stomach roll, and my anxiety is in high form tonight.
Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, my knees bounce with both worry and irritation.
Did he go to one of the other women he fucks to feed?
I feel sick to my stomach at the thought.
Picking the nail polish from my nails, I think over all the years I have known Thorin. The hope that I felt when he saved me that night, the closeness of him—it made me feel safe finally.
Then within days, his behavior did a one-eighty. He became cold, distant, mean even. Winger knew what we were to each other, but knows that you cannot force a mate bond, and the way that Thorin was acting, he knew that it would push the stupid vampire to do something stupid. I kept my distance as much as I could, but that did not stop Thorin or the club girls from rubbing it in what he was doing.
Shaking off the negative memories, I climb off the bed and pace back and forth. Reaching the window of the room, I move the dark curtains across it to look out at the back of the property.
Seeing some of the brothers sitting around the fire pit talking, having a beer, makes me miss them more. Being here reminds me that I do not get to see them every day, seeing their grumpy asses first thing in the morning, but it does not make me miss cleaning up after them.
Picking up used condoms or changing sticky sheets.
My heart warms seeing them laughing and being carefree. They can be so freaking intense with the jobs that they do.
With a smile on my face, I watch as they all tense, Winger jumping to his feet and the brothers following. My once steady heart is now freaking the hell out, as a wave of anxiety washes over me.
Thorin.
Rushing out of the room, I run. The main room is my target, and once I get there, I see Camo and Halen carrying in a weak-looking Thorin.
His body is slack, feet being dragged as they move farther into the room.
“Thorin.” I call his name.
His head lifts slowly, one side of his mouth quirking up.
“There she is. My girl but not my girl.”
My heart skips a beat, not sure of his meaning.
Reaching them, I take in the blood seeping into his jeans, and my worry builds. Needing to touch him, to let him know that I am here, I take his hand in mine, to which he gives me a lazy smile. His skin is usually cold to the touch as he is a walking dead man, but he seems colder, and it scares me.
“What happened?” Winger asks, his voice carrying authority.
“We were out looking around and came across the other Fury sister.” Camo looks at me quickly before looking back to his pres.
What was that look for?
“She was killing a teenage boy, so Thorin stepped in. We killed the vampires who were with her, but she and Thorin got into a fight.”
