“So a little birdy, and by birdy, I mean my Ol’ Man, told me that Thorin has not slept with anyone at the clubhouse since the night you left.” My mouth pops open in shock, and my eyes widen, but I regain my composure.
My thoughts quickly turn to him feeding from someone. He needs to feed at least once a week, but I know that he likes to indulge, especially if they have had a very physical club run, or he has fucked hard and needs to replenish his strength.
“Has he fed?” Her eyes fill with joy at my question, making me frown.
What is that look for?
She shifts in her seat, her pink glossy lips showing a wide smile.
“I knew that you would still be worried about his welfare.”
I shrug. “I am over it, Sky. He can fuck or feed on anyone he wants,” I say, dismissing her statement.
If he is not feeding from the club girls, or anyone for that matter, he must be using the blood bank connections that he brought to the club when he joined. I know all about how Thorin used to seduce the young women who worked in the ER, so he could get blood if needed.
“I don’t think that you are, my friend,” she says, and I blink, looking at her. “I know that he hurt you, Del, but I think he is turning a corner when it comes to you.”
“Skyla, I know that you are getting your hopes up, but please don’t. Thorin will never claim me. He sees me as a weak human, and I can never change his mind.”
“Well, fuck him,” Emerald snaps.
“I would like to,” slips free before I can stop it.
Looking between my friends with wide eyes, they burst out laughing. Their giggles fill the air, gaining us attention.
I try to shush them but fail epically, which makes me laugh with them.
My stomach hurts with all the laughter, and my face aches, but I love it. Being at the club, I was safe and happy, but being away from them, I am happy and content.
I know I am safe; I will always be safe while linked to the Kings, because as their motto goes, ‘No one fucks with the Kings’ and rightfully so.
They are all mean motherfuckers when they need to be.
“Well, as I was saying,” Skyla says, while dabbing her eyes dry. “Thorin has not fucked anyone at the club or fed from anyone that I know of. This has to mean something. He has not been the same since you left, honey. Maybe he is now seeing what a prick he has been to you, and now that you have moved out and he thinks that you have moved on, he is realizing what he has lost.”
I think over her words, and it brings a smile to my face when I think back to when Camo told me that he informed Thorin I was dating someone. Which I was at the time, but that failed when I found out he was just using me to make his ex-jealous.
Safe to say that I enjoyed pouring the beer pitcher over his head, but I did not like wasting said beer.
“I think that maybe guilt is rattling around in that big head of his and he misses what I did for the club. As to him missing me, I can’t get my hopes up on that fact. He has shown me time and time again, that he does not want me. It is time for me to move on, Sky.”
“Hear. Hear,” Emerald blurts out.
Skyla looks at me, and I see hope in her eyes that one day I will have what she has, but unfortunately, I will not have that. Not with Thorin, anyway. Maybe with a man who loves me forme, and who sees me as a whole. Unlike Thorin, who sees me as a damaged, weak human.
Skyla places her hand over mine, her gaze soft as she looks at me.
“One day, you will find someone who will fucking worship you.”
“Hear. Hear.” Again, Emerald throws out her two cents.
Grinning at my friend, I see her grinning back at me. She winks, sipping from her mug. I take in her features; she is strikingly beautiful.
“Did you slip some rum in that coffee?”
She shrugs with a cat-ate-the-canary look. “Maybe.”
“Emmy. Damn, woman, it is not even noon.”
