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Watching her up on that stage was enough to make any man weak at the knees.
I thought this was a good plan, she dances, attracts our guy, we get the info we need and done deal.
But now I was having second thoughts.
The way she moved her body was sexy, it would draw any man in and not just for a look. He would want to touch her, to have her, just like I did. And the thought of that made me want to punch someone.
“Didn’t know the girl had it in her,” Wrench commented casually as he followed me outside. He lit up a cigarette and leaned against the brick wall.
I did.
I’d gone to her room the other day for what reason, I had no fucking idea. But the minute I saw her, everything else went out the fucking window and the need to have her body pressed up against mine took over.
Her smell, the feel of her skin—I remembered it all. I’d dreamed of it before and the reality did not disappoint. But when she was done and had fallen asleep on me I’d set her down and walked out. Like a fucking pussy. I’d run, knowing she would want to talk, hash things out and discuss our feelings. I wasn’t fucking ready for that.
I’d been angry, yeah, it was a pathetic excuse but it was the best one I had. My dad had spent my life blaming me for my mother leaving when the truth was, she could have been in my life this whole time. It struck me harder than I could have imagined. He’d done that, he’d taken away years, he’d stolen the opportunity for me to get to know my sister. And while I ended up with some amazing people in my life—people who had made me the man I was today—I missed out on having a mother.
“You think she’s gonna pull this shit off?” The question wiped my daze and I looked over at my brother.
I shrugged. “She’s pulled off bigger.”
Blowing out a plume of smoke, he rolled his eyes. “When are you going to get over this shit? Her dad spent months, torturing her, beating the crap out of her, blackmailing her. She was a victim, just like we were.”
“But I didn’t fucking see it,” I growled loudly, throwing my head back. I took a couple of deep breaths. “The times we spent together, I completely fucking missed it all because she seemed okay. She was strong and feisty and happy.” I stomped back and forth in front of him. “It was all fake, though.”
“Maybe it wasn’t fake,” he offered. “Maybe when she was with you that was her chance to be real. Maybe you were her escape from the hell she was enduring.”
Wrench stared out into the carpark, seemingly lost in his words.
What he’d said made sense. When Rose was with me, she always seemed to smile. She was a different person, a girl I only caught small glimpses of now.
I knocked on the door, tapping my foot impatiently.
With Sugar and Harlyn arriving at the Clubhouse this morning, I just knew shit was about to get a little crazy. Chelsea was going to lose her mind so I was opting to keep out of that mess.
When no response came from inside, I knocked again.
I knew she was there. I’d seen movement in the curtains after I’d pulled up on my bike.
“Know you’re in there, Rose,” I called loudly.
“Go away, Blizzard.” The voice came from just the other side of the door.
“You’ve got two options,” I told her. “Open it and let me in, or I put a bullet through the lock.”
I was met with silence for a full minute before the door creaked open just a few inches. “What do you want, Blizzard?” Despite it being morning, her apartment was still in darkness. All the curtains were closed and there were no lights on.
“Well, since I gave you a ride home last night, I thought you could make me a coffee as thanks.” I pressed my hand against the door and pushed, there was a little resistance from her but not enough to keep me out. She stepped back as I moved through the doorway. I noticed then all she was wearing was a pair of short cotton shorts and a baggy tank top. She held her arms across her chest, and her hair fell over her face as she looked down at the floor.
“I’ll get dressed,” she said sharply, turning and stomping down the hall. I smirked as my eyes followed her ass. It swung perfectly back and forth, making me feel like I was being put under some kind of hypnotic spell.
As soon as she disappeared from sight with a slam of a door, I turned and shut the front door behind me, toeing off my heavy boots at the door.
I screwed up my nose at the darkness and began opening curtains. The place was tidy, not a single thing seemed out of place, almost like she was never here to make a mess. There were a couple of pictures on the wall and I made my way over to them.
I could recognize her instantly, even though she looked much younger. Her smile was bright as she wrapped her arms around an older woman, who by the resemblance, I noted must have been her mom.
I heard footsteps behind me. “Why are there no pictures of you with your dad?” I asked without turning around.
