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“When are you coming home? I miss you.”
Tears well in my eyes. “I miss you too.”
“I know it’s exciting when you get a new man and all, but don’t forget about us back here. We’re your family, Piper, and we miss having you around the place.”
“I’ll be home soon. I promise.”
We catch up on how she’s feeling, and I’m happy to hear she’s doing much better. Even Ace is being less overprotective of her.
We end the call promising to meet for food soon. I go into the bathroom and catch a glimpse of my pale reflection. Dark circles are forming under my eyes, and I look exhausted. “Jesus, girl, you’ve got to pull yourself together,” I whisper, pulling the hair tie to free my bushy, unbrushed hair.
I turn on the shower and undress. I’ve spent hours thinking about what to do next and still I have nothing. I can’t tell anyone because I feel like such a fool, and I can’t stand the thought of Hulk discovering what I’ve done.
Stepping under the hot spray, I relax slightly. I’ve gone over different scenarios in my head, ones involving me and Anton making this work, but each time, I feel the same anger building in the pits of my stomach and realise I can’t ever forgive him for this. I need advice on how to make this marriage disappear.
I step out the shower and dry quickly before heading back into the bedroom and pulling open the wardrobe. Most of my clothes were put into Anton’s bedroom but some remain, and I run my hand through the new garments. Since I have a gorgeous tan from Italy and I’ve yet to show it off, I settle on shorts and a vest.
I unlock the door and poke my head out. Anton is nowhere to be seen, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m dreading having to sit and talk with him about this whole mess.
Making my way to the kitchen, I pass various security detail, all of whom nod in greeting but say nothing. In the fridge, I find some leftovers, so I pull myself up onto the countertop and cross my legs. Placing the container of food in front of me, I begin to pick out pieces of ham. It’s delicious, and I groan in appreciation.
“I love the sounds you make when you eat.” Anton’s low rumbling voice startles me, but I ignore him and continue to pick at the leftovers. I feel him move closer and my heart slams in my chest like it’s trying to break free. “I want to introduce you to so much more, just so I can watch you enjoying it.” He steps into view, and I glance up. “I’ll take you to the clubhouse tomorrow. You can stay there for a few days.” I’m surprised, but I don’t show my reaction. He smiles slightly. “I’m sure you’re missing the place, and despite what you think, you’re not a prisoner.”
“Where will you be?” I ask, wondering if he’s coming too cos that will certainly piss Hulk off.
“I have business to attend to. I won’t be around much and that’s not fair on you. Ella is visiting our mother.”
“Suddenly you care about what’s fair for me?” I ask, arching a brow and going back to picking at the leftovers.
“I know you hate me right now, Piper, but I’m hoping in time, you’ll forgive me and see why I did it.”
“Why did you do it?” I ask, finally looking him in the eye.
“I’m not a patient man. I see what I want, I take it. I wanted you.”
“I’m not some piece of furniture you can just claim.”
He smirks. “Really? That’s how the biker life works, isn’t it? Don’t the men lay claim?”
I narrow my eyes. “That’s different and you’re not a biker.”
“But Hulk is . . .” He trails off. “If he’d have done this, you’d allow it?”
“Hulk’s hurt me a lot,” I say, avoiding his gaze, “but he’d never do this to me. You should know I’m going to get some advice on how to annul this sham of a marriage.”
“That won’t happen,” he says with confidence. “No one will annul my marriage without my say-so.”
“Married or not, I’m not with you. I’m going to go about my life and pretend you don’t exist. It would be much easier if you annul the marriage.”
He smirks. “Go about your life and crawl back to Hulk?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
He goes silent, and I eventually look up into his stormy eyes. His fists are balled at his sides and his jaw is tight, like he’s clenching his teeth. “To make me look like a fool would be a mistake, Piper,” he murmurs.
“Is that a threat?” I ask.
“Yes,” he replies without hesitation. “I’ll kill any man who touches you . . . don’t test me on that. The war with the club will be messy.” He spins on his heel and leaves the room, and I stare after him. His intense glare has left me hot under the collar and I flop back on the countertop, staring up at the ceiling. How can I hate him so much, yet still lust after him like a whore? “I’m fucked,” I whisper out loud. “Truly fucked.”
