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I sat in her room for who knows how long. I was a fucking idiot. Chelsea was my match. She may be a club girl, but she had the heart of an Old Lady. She loved the club and supported me when I needed her.

She fucking loved me.

Fucking idiot.

I sat on her bed, holding my head in my hands. I’d already called Ham and given him his marching orders. He was to take her to where she wanted to go and then watch her like a hawk until we knew what was going on. I had some of the boys already going over her car with a fine-tooth comb. Someone wanted to cause some damage. Her car had been left unattended at the gym today, that had to be the place where they had planted the bomb.

Was it meant to go off while she was in the car? Or was it intended to damage the club?

I didn’t know. But I was going to fucking find out.

These bastards were going down. Chelsea may have walked away and I’d let her. But the fuck if I was going to let anything happen to her, just because I couldn’t keep in it my pants when she was around.

It was better this way.

That’s what I keep telling myself anyway.

There was a light knock on the door.

“Yeah,” I gruffed out. My throat feeling clogged with emotion for the first time in years. The door squeaked open and Sugar popped her head around the corner before ducking in and shutting it behind her.

“How’s Harlyn?” I asked. My stomach turned knowing that my baby girl had been subjected to something so violent and scary. Just another reason to take these assholes to the ground.

Sugar eyed the closed bathroom door curiously. “She’s asleep finally. Neil is sitting in the room with her in case she wakes up.”

I dragged my fingers through my short hair. “That’s good.”

“Chelsea in the bathroom?” she asked, looking confused. “I wanted to see if she was okay. But I can come back.”

“She’s gone,” I murmured.

Her eyes widened. “Say that again?”

“She’s fucking gone,” I snapped causing Sugar to jump slightly. “They fucking blew up her car! I told her we needed to keep our distance. She said she couldn’t do that anymore. That she loved me too much to be around if she couldn’t have me.”

I pushed off the bed and began pacing. Sugar quickly moved out of the way of my angry stomping and climbed onto the bed.

“Op, don’t do this. Not again,” she pleaded, watching me with sad eyes.

I stopped and glared at her. “This is not the same, Sugar.”

“How is this not the same, Op? Once again, pushing away the people you care about.Forcingthem out,” she countered, almost angrily.

“I didn’t force her out,” I shouted. “She left! She walked the fuck out that door.”

“And you didn’t stop her,” she growled, pointing at me with a sharp, accusing finger. “She shares her heart with you. She tells you she loves you. She lays it all out on the line and you leave her there to dry, despite that fact that we call it as we see it. We all see how you feel about her.” Every point she threw at me was like another shot to the heart. Each more painful than the last.

All true.

My body was tense. I felt as though I needed to hit something. I was angry, but not at her—at myself. I just couldn’t bring myself to chase after her. My fears held me back.

“Do you love her?”

My stomach dropped and for a second, all I wanted to do was crumble to the floor.

Did I love her?

“She’s all I can see. There hasn’t been anyone else for a long time,” I replied, walking over to Chelsea’s school desk and propping myself up on the edge. “Chel...she’s different. She never had any expectations coming into this life, I think that’s what drew me to her. She was never out to be an Old Lady, she never wanted anything. She took what little I gave her and was happy with that, she gave me room to breathe and be who I wanted to be.”

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