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“We should just go, Repo,” Cat pleaded, tugging at his arm. He handed her their bag of food and she groaned. “Shit,” she whispered.
Repo rounded back to face Hart, pointing a finger into the guy's massive chest. “She’s off-limits, Hart,” Repo growled. “Got it?” Hart smiled and held up his hands as if in surrender.
“Sure, Repo,” he agreed. “But Cat and I haven’t been together for a long time if it makes you feel any better.” It didn’t—not one bit. All Repo could think about was his friend putting his hands on Cat and it drove him half crazy.
“Aren’t cops supposed to uphold the law?” Repo spat. “Or is hiring a prostitute legal now?” As soon as he said the words, he wished he could take them back. Cat gasped and he was almost afraid to look back over at her. But he was a masochist, so he did and when he realized she was on the verge of tears, her eyes full of unshed sadness, he felt like complete shit.
“It was nice to see you again, Jackson,” she almost whispered. She handed Repo the back of food back and opened the front door, walking out into the parking lot. What the fuck had he just done?
“Nice, asshole,” Hart said. “I’m not sure what’s going on between you and Cat but I’m pretty sure you just blew whatever chance you had with her. God—don’t you have one fucking clue how to treat a woman?” He didn’t and that was evident every time he opened his mouth and fucked things up with Cat.
“Fuck,” Repo spat. He brushed past Hart, not bothering with being polite. No, he didn’t have time for that. Cat was hurt and if he had to bet—running scared. The trouble was she had no place to go and he wouldn’t be able to find her if she disappeared.
Repo stepped out into the parking lot and quickly looked around. Panic overtook him making him feel more scared and worried than he ever had in his life. His childhood flashed in front of his eyes—being left by everyone he loved and now he’d be able to add Cat to that list. It didn’t matter if they hadn’t slept together yet, that was just sex. She had snuck under his defenses when he wasn’t paying attention and wormed her way into his heart. He had feelings for Cat that he never had for any other woman and that scared the shit out of him. He turned to go to the back of the lot, knowing that if he started driving to look for her, he’d be able to cover more ground. When he got to his pick-up and noticed her shadowed figure sitting in the front of the cab, he felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. The relief of finding her in his truck was almost too much.
He pushed past his fears and anxiety and opened the door to his pickup, climbing into the front seat next to her. He reached over the back and put their food on the back seat. “I fucked up,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” she spat. “You did.”
“You didn’t run,” he said.
“No,” she said, defiantly raising her chin. Cat stared out the front windshield, refusing to even look at him. She had been crying and that made him feel like even more of an ass. “I made you a promise, Repo and I keep my word. Plus, where would I go?” He hated to think that if Cat had another option besides having to be with him—sitting in his truck, she’d take it.
“You know I don’t see you that way, right?” he asked.
Cat barked out her laugh but didn’t look at him still. “I heard what you said, Repo. It sounded pretty clear to me that you said exactly what you were feeling at the time. You called me a prostitute,” she said. A small sob escaped her chest and he pulled her across the seat to sit on his lap, grateful she allowed him to do it.
“I think it might be time for me to keep my word to you now, Honey,” he said. “I believe I promised you a story about my past in exchange for you not running.” He knew that laying it all out for her would be the only way he’d be able to convince Cat that he didn’t mean the ugly words he said back in Savage Hell.
“Yes,” she agreed. “That was the deal.”
“I was angry and lashed out at you when I realized that you and Hart knew each other. You know—really knew each other?” he asked.
Cat sighed, “If you’re trying to say that we had sex, we did. He was one of my regular clients a few years back and then well, he wasn’t. Jackson stopped calling and I just figured he moved on. It’s an occupational hazard. Guys either find a real girlfriend and don’t need to pay me for sex anymore or their wife or girlfriend finds out what he’s been doing with me and puts a stop to it. I just figured Jackson fell into one of those categories.”
Repo wasn’t about to out Hart and tell Cat that he was deep undercover at the time he stopped seeing her. It was something that was still ongoing—his involvement in bringing down the Dragons. They were Savage Hell’s rival club and liked to cause trouble at every turn. Things had been pretty quiet lately, with Hart’s undercover guy in place as the club’s Prez. Still, most of the guys in Savage Hell were just waiting for the other shoe to drop and things to get ugly between the rival clubs again because it was bound to happen. There was just too much bad blood between them.
“I don’t want to talk about you having sex with my friend, Cat,” Repo insisted.
“Fine, but you knew what I was when you met me, Repo. You had your chance to let me go but here we are,” she said, looking down their entwined bodies as if proving her point.
“Yeah, but you don’t know who I am, Cat. I’m worried that once you do, you won’t want me anymore,” Repo whispered. Cat framed his face with her small hands, rubbing her thumb over his bottom lip, sending little sparks of electricity straight through him.
“I haven’t even had you yet, Repo, and I can promise you that I’ll still want you once you come clean. Just spill it,” she insisted.
“I’m you,” he simply said. She looked up at him and blinked.
“Come again,” she said. “You’re me?”
“Yep,” he said. “At least I was you, Cat. When I was a kid, my mother got sick—cancer,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “That’s awful.”
“It was,” he agreed. “I was scared out of my fucking mind for her and there was nothing I could do to make things better. She died when I was a teenager and my dad—well, let’s just say he couldn’t handle losing her. He started drinking and then gave up completely and took off. I was alone in the world with no one else to turn to. Child Protective Services started sniffing around and the last thing I wanted was to end up in the system for two years. No one wanted to adopt a sixteen-year-old kid. They want a baby or at least a cute kid who still had potential to become whatever they molded him or her into. So, I took off and I lived on the streets.”
“Like me,” Cat whispered. Repo stroked his big hand down her back and smiled.
“Just like you, Cat,” he agreed. “I had to do whatever I needed to survive. I started selling myself to whoever was paying—women, men, it didn’t matter. If they had cash, I did whatever they wanted.” Repo remembered that time in his life as hitting rock bottom. He tried not to think of having to meet up with people in seedy motels and dark alleys to pleasure them. Hell, he only let himself think about that time in his life when he was drunk or just plain feeling sorry for himself. That was the past and he didn’t like to look backward.
