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Whore, Jed had called me.
You’re going to pay for that, bitch.
Rooster called medarlin’andsweetheartandmy perfect girl.
I froze in the middle of twisting my hair up off my neck. I didn’t know who I was anymore. I felt like I had a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. Lowering my arms and bracing my hands on the sink, I let my hair spill down around my shoulders again.
A moment later, Rooster sidled into the bathroom behind me. He placed his hands on my hips, his palms warm and firm, his grip strong.
“You didn’t tell me Pruitt was President of the Devil’s Disciples.”
I grimaced and glanced away.
“I thought the fact I was married to him would be hard enough to hear. Didn’t think you would want to bring up old memories of the club that turned you down.”
Rooster had every right to be hurt, but he seemed to be holding steady. When he was a young Prospect, he tried to join the Devil’s Disciples. They rejected him, claiming he was too eager to prove himself.
The fact that I had married the President of the same club that had denied Rooster membership had to be tough to swallow.
“I can hear you thinking, Lou,” Rooster whispered with a kiss to my shoulder.
I gazed at him in the mirror, standing a full head taller than me. He’d always been a rebel, an outsider, seeking a place to belong. He’d found that here, among the members of his club. But I’d lost that sense of belonging when he left Baton Rouge. And I’d been looking for it ever since, until I stepped into his arms again.
“Jed will be back,” I said. “He won’t leave until he brings me home.”
Rooster held my gaze in the mirror, his blue eyes unwavering and sharp. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the counter beside me, pressing his chest against my back.
“I called my club. They’re meeting me at my garage in a few minutes and we’re going to find a solution. I’d like you to come with me. It makes me nervous to leave you here or in a hotel room by yourself, knowing that Jed has eyes on you.”
I nodded and glanced down, threading our fingers together. Rooster looped an arm around my waist.
“I don’t think I’m worth all this trouble, Rooster,” I whispered.
“You’re well worth the trouble, Lou,” he countered. “And the blame rests on my shoulders.”
I frowned and turned to look at him.
“How?”
“If I had appreciated you, if I had found a way to keep you by my side, you would have never looked twice at Pruitt.”
“You can’t know that,” I pointed out. “We were kids. We were stupid and impulsive and rebellious. We were bound to have a big, blow-up fight at some point.”
Rooster cupped my chin in his hand, sweeping his thumb over my lower lip.
“Then let’s leave the past behind us and don’t look back anymore. You’re here now and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe and happy.”
I fiddled with the buttons at the collar of Rooster’s dark blue Henley. He covered my hand with his.
“I have a solid club of men to cover my back, darlin’. Pruitt doesn’t scare me.”
But he does scare me,I thought.
“Let’s go talk to my boys and see what we can do,” Rooster added softly. “Okay?”
I mustered a small, brave smile for his sake and nodded.
“All right.”
