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“I don’t know.” I poke my fork into the coleslaw, stirring the soggy cabbage and carrots. “It was pretty straightforward.” I lower my voice. “I don’t need to hear from his mouth that my father was a criminal. If that’s the truth he wants to give me, he can choke on it.”
Dex nods thoughtfully but doesn’t comment.
“Does that make me a coward?” I ask.
He reaches over and squeezes my free hand. “You’re brave as fuck, woman. Don’t ever doubt that.”
“Thanks.”
He stares at me for a few beats, then releases my hand. “I’m sorry I made you talk about it today.”
I take a deep breath. Something inside me feels different. I can’t tell if it’s good or not, yet. I haven’t talked to anyone about my parents’ murder in a long time. “Thank you for listening.”
“Thank you for trusting me,” he says in a low voice that barely reaches me.
I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.
My chest throbs with something else I can’t say yet.
Love, love, love.
“I do trust you,” I whisper. “A lot.”
Please don’t make me regret it.
CHAPTERFORTY-SIX
Dex
Wrath:Church. ASAP.
MC life is supposed to be about doing whatever the fuck you want whenever the fuck you want. But it’s also about respecting the brotherhood. Doing what’s required to maintain the good of the whole MC, not just meeting each individual brother’s selfish needs. In some ways the codes and rules we live by are stricter than any civilian law we claim to rail against. But they’reourrules.
After what Emily shared, I hate leaving her alone in this big, old house.
I slip my phone in my pocket. The urge to pretend I didn’t see the text demanding I get my ass to church is damn tempting.
Cell serviceisshitty out here.
No. That’s a coward’s action. Not mine.
“Do you want to come up to the clubhouse with me?” I ask Emily, pulling her body against mine and leaning on the back of her couch.
“Now? Tonight?” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and checks the time. “I can’t. Libby will be home soon.” The corners of her mouth lift. “And I need to get to bed early so I can actually go to work tomorrow.”
Shit.I’m ready to ask her to quit her job and spend all her days with me. I’ve neverlikedspending so much time with anyone. By now, I’m usually ready for solitude, a break from the burden of conversation or expectations. But I feel none of that restlessness with Emily. I just want more. More time with her. Moreofher.
Don’t get used to it.
“You have to go?” she asks.
“Wrath wants us for church.”
Her eyes widen. “I thought you guys only met on the weekends.”
“Yeah, but if something important comes up, we get called in.”Fuck.Wrath wouldn’t have sent the text without a good reason. My lack of urgency or concern should be a warning light flashing bright in my brain.
But it’s not.
