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Fuck.
“Fuck you,” I snarl and storm across the room. “Prez wanted me to check on you, and I did. You can fuck yourself now.” I slam the door behind me and stomp toward my bike.
Bullshit.
This is different. Shit with Kennedy is different than it was with Ari. Things with her were complicated, and I was in a bad place. Yeah, I wanted to protect her, but I was in the right on that. And I’m in the right on this, too. I’m just trying to look out for Kennedy. And Ian.
I’m watching after them both.
Even if everyone thinks I’m a psychopath, I know I’m doing the right thing. I am. I know I am.
But why do I still feel so guilty about it?
Kennedy
Iabruptly stop when I walk out of the bar and Milo runs into my back, making me stumble forward a few steps. His thick arm wraps around my waist before I can fall, and a feral-sounding growl rips from Ezra’s chest.
“Don’t touch her,” he says as Milo helps me stand. His hands hover around my waist, ready to catch me if I trip again.
“You’d rather I fall?” I snap as I glare at him. He’s still leaning against his stupid fucking bike, his face deadly as he stares at Milo. “What are you doing here? You leaving was a clear fucking message.”
When I came out of hiding and found the bar empty except for Milo, it hurt. I won’t lie. My chest ached. Even if he hadn’t chased me, I’d at least expected him to stick around but when I realized he hadn’t…I understood perfectly. I was just a girl to fuck before he moved onto the next one.
“Bash called and needed me,” he says and I lift my brow, waiting for a better excuse. “I couldn’t tell him no.” I continue staring at him and he huffs out a breath. “He’s my fucking Prez, Kens. I can’t tell him to fuck off when he needs me.”
“So, you can tell me to fuck off when I need you?” I hate the way my voice shakes. Milo clears his throat, then sidesteps me.
“You gonna be okay, Kenny?” he asks, glancing at Ezra. “You still need a ride?” He throws his thumb over his shoulder, looking uncomfortable as shit.
“She has one.” Ezra and I stare at each other. I shouldn’t give in. I should tell him to fuck himself and hop on the back of Milo’s bike, but I find myself wanting to fight with him.
“I’m fine,” I say, never taking my eyes off Ezra. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Milo hesitates before he nods and heads toward his bike. We stay silent until he’s ridden away, leaving us completely alone.
“You needed me?” he asks, taking a step forward.
“No.” I keep my lips pressed tightly together. “I don’t need anyone.”
“Everyone needs someone,” he says quietly.
“I have Ian.” His jaw tenses as he takes another step forward. I don’t back away, though. I want to push him, I want him to push me, until we’ve broken each other. “You don’t need to lie to me, you know. If I’m too much—”
“You’re not,” he snaps. “I didn’t understand what happened at first. But when I did, I was going to go to you, then Bash called and—”
“And he comes first,” I say, nodding.
“No—”
“The club comes first,” I continue. “It’ll always come first.”
“What do you want me to do?” he says, his voice rising. “Want me to cut my patch off? Give up my colors?” I work my jaw to the side, trying not to scream at him. “Answer me, is that what you want?” He takes another step closer, his voice frantic and loud. Tears swim in my eyes even though I don’t want them to.
“Yes.”
He lets out a breath like I gut-punched him. His eyes widen, like he can’t believe I said it. But I did. And maybe it’s a stupid fucking game to see if he’ll choose me over his club, but I want to play it.
“You—” He’s breathless, sounding like he’s edging a panic attack. “You want me to give it up. Leave The Brotherhood.” I lift my chin, staring at him as I wait for him to process his emotions and figure out what he’s really feeling. “I—Kennedy.”
“If you weren’t serious, why would you offer it?” I ask. “If you wouldn’t really do it, why—” His phone rings and I roll my eyes, huffing out a humorless laugh. “Better get that.”
