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Chapter Twenty-Four
Chelsea dabbed at the cut above my eye with a wet cloth as I sat at the bar, three whiskeys deep.
“You shouldn’t be drinking,” she said softly before adding, “You’re also lucky that this probably doesn’t need stitches.”
“You’re also lucky that Op is getting old and can’t throw a punch like he used to,” Blizzard chuckled.
Optimus snorted but didn’t reply to his smart ass remark. Instead, turning his attention to me. “You could have told me.”
I clutched the glass in my hand, throwing back the little that was left in the bottom before I replied, “And how would you have liked me to do that? You still would have beaten the shit out of me.”
“Maybe,” he answered honestly. “But I wouldn’t have gotten so fucking mad. When I figured out she was seeing someone, I thought whoever it was, was the reason she’d started fucking up shit with Har. I figured she was putting some fucking asshole first before her daughter. So when I found out it was one of my own, I saw red.”
I shook my head. “I love that kid, you fucking know that. I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt her.”
“Anger makes us a little crazy,” Chelsea said softly.
Op’s phone started to buzz across the bar and he looked down. “Damn it, it’s Leo.” He picked it up in his hand and looked over at me. “We aren’t done.”
“It’s her story to tell, not mine,” I answered simply, even though it took everything I had to hold back from explaining what she’d told me. Optimus would want to know, and when he finds out, he’s going to hate himself for not figuring out there was something wrong sooner.
He glared at me, letting me know that he wasn’t about to give up on this shit. But for now, he had bigger problems to deal with. Leo and Hadley were on the run, and we had a shitstorm brewing at our back door as we tried to figure out just how to handle it.
That was his focus for now, and I prayed to God that would give me enough time to talk Sugar around and let the club know what was going on.
He took the call, and at the same time, I pulled away from Chelsea and headed for my room. I wanted to go after her, but I also needed to just breathe for a moment before racing back in there and throwing her off.
Sitting at the edge of my bed, I hung my head as I tried to gather my thoughts. It was out now, there was no more hiding the way we felt for each other, but I also knew this road wasn’t going to be easy. It was going to take time to heal the trust I’d broken with my brothers, but I was willing to do that and deal with being on their shit lists if it meant being able to have this woman in my life.
Part me wondered if the attraction—the addiction—I had to Sugar was because I felt this overwhelming need to save her. I wanted to protect her from her ex-husband, but also help her work through the pain she’d suffered in her past.
But that wasn’t just it.
It was about finding this woman, who despite her flaws, despite the fact that she’d been put through hell, she’d fought harder than some of the strongest men I knew to come out the other side.
Addiction wasn’t an easy thing to overcome. You never got rid of an addiction, it was forever with you. It was a case of whether you chose to feed it or not. Not only that but during those hard times, she’d managed to raise one of the most amazing children I’d ever met. She’d put her own shit aside, buried it in the back of her brain, and put her best foot forward for her daughter.
I loved Harlyn.
I realized a long time ago that Sugar and Harlyn came as a package deal, and that was not only okay with me, but I found myself wanting to spend time with the both of them. It was all more than just a physical attraction and explosive sex. It was how she understood me, and how she understood my role in the club and the club’s role inside of me. She didn’t get jealous, she didn’t ever demand to be put first. And while I would try to do that as often as possible, there were simply times when it wouldn’t be that way.
Times like these where we had club members on the run for their lives and needed us behind them, backing them at every turn. Or times when our lifestyle or reputation were threatened, and we had to take a stand.
A woman who could accept this life we led was a rare diamond.
Optimus knew that, and it was why he eventually claimed Chelsea. Leo, Blizzard and Kit, all knew that, and it was why they grabbed hold of their women with both hands and refused to let them leave.
If she could take the good with the crazy, and the crazy with the dangerous, she was something special. And Sugar had been through all three and she was still standing, still trying to put the club and my relationships with my brothers first, even if that meant ours was put on hold.
I was worried about this ex-husband and the vendetta he seemed to have against her. Fortunately, I had my own ways of finding out the information I needed.
Just as I moved toward my computer, determined to dig up some shit on this bastard, there was a light knock onmy door. I sighed heavily and changed paths. When I pulled it open, I was surprised to see who was standing on the other side.
“Hey,” Slider said cautiously.
He looked like shit, there was no other way to explain it. His face was pale, and it seemed like he’d lost a lot of weight even over the past week that we’d known about his condition. I stepped to the side and he nodded as he walked in. Taking a seat at my computer, I watched as he lowered himself to the edge of the bed, every movement he made seeming to cause him some kind of pain.
“I heard what was going on,” he finally said, looking me in the eyes. “Op didn’t take it well, I’m guessing.” He nodded at my face, which no doubt looked like I’d been hit by a truck. I could feel my nose, jaw and eye swelling. I needed to get some ice on that shit and try to bring it down.
