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“How’d you get his number? Why would you do it? Just because I didn’t want to be with you again?” That has to be it. He was mad at me. He was mad I didn’t get back together with him. He had to have done this. There is no one else who had access to the video.
“You’re losing your mind. Are you drunk?” he asks. Really? He thinks I’m drunk. I run my hand over my face trying to force myself to calm down, but there’s no use. I can’t.
“You found out about him and were pissed I didn’t get back with you, so you sent the video to Cage. It had to be you!” I scream this time. Scott shakes his head, running his hand over his face before sighing.
“Listen, I don’t know who you’re talking about or what you think I did, but it wasn’t me, Yenni. I didn’t do anything.” The world seems to spin in circles around me as I take a step back. For some reason, I want to believe him. He looks sincere and doesn’t seem to be lying. But if not him, then who? Who would have had access to that video?
“Are you okay?” he finally asks.
“No. I need to go,” I tell him before turning and trudging back down the steps. I climb into the car and rest my head on the steering wheel. Something is wrong here. Something is really wrong, and I don’t know how to make it right.
I take a deep breath and lift my head before backing out of the driveway and pulling onto the road. I see Scott standing in the doorway, looking as confused as I feel.
I drive back toward the shop, hoping to take a break and breathe. My head is swarming right now. I can’t think straight. This is all too much to deal with, but I take another deep breath and settle myself instead of thinking about it.
If he doesn’t want me, then that’s fine. I should have seen this coming. I knew things between us wouldn’t last from the first moment we got together, but I wanted to believe he was different. Badass bikers aren’t different. They are just like every other fucking man on this earth.
I pull up at the shop and wipe my eyes before climbing out. I can handle this; it’s just another breakup. I’ve been through them many times and always came out on top. I don’t need him. I don’t need anyone.
With that, I unlock the doors and walk in, locking up behind myself. Walking to the back of the shop, I grab my sketch pad and pencil, sitting at my desk. I can focus on something else, find something else to do with my time, then think about this shit. If Cage wants to believe it was recent, then let him. Fuck him.
I get to work on a sketch for a client and lose all track of time. My phone never rings, no texts, nothing. I thought maybe, he would come to his senses and call me. But no.
With a sigh, I decide I should go home. I should go … somewhere. Anywhere but here. I can’t sit here anymore and wonder what the hell he was thinking.
I leave the shop and walk the few blocks to the local bar. I used to drink at the clubhouse but not anymore.
I head inside and take the first stool I can find before dropping into it. I order a few shots and a beer and start drinking the ache in my chest away.
It doesn’t take long for me to get drunk. I don’t like being this drunk, but it makes me forget him. Forget that he held a gun to my head and forced me to leave. Forget that he actually believed what he saw, to begin with.
When I’ve had more than enough, and the bartender cuts me off, I slide off my stool with a smile and no memory of why I was even here. After paying for my drinks, I walk back out the door and stumble toward the shop. There’s no way I’ll make it home in my condition. I’ll just sleep it off at the shop.
But before I can make it there, I see him. What the hell does he want now? Can’t he just leave me alone?
“Where you been?”
“Where does it look like?” I snap at him.
“Drinkin’ away what you did?”
“I didn’t fucking do anything, Twitch. You think I wouldn’t know if fucked someone else?” I slur as he gets closer.
“Damn, you’re drunk as fuck,” he says. No shit. I’ve had more shots than I’ve ever done in my life. I don’t feel a goddamn thing at this point, and isn’t that what I wanted, not feel anything?
“So what? Why are you here?”
“Seein’ if you’re okay.”
“Like you give a fuck. Go away, Twitch.” I pull my keys from my pocket and attempt to stick them in the lock, but the whole fucking door is spinning around. Twitch steps in behind me, his heat radiating off him as he presses his front to my back. I suck in a breath, not liking him this close to me.
“Let me do it,” he offers. I shake my head. Fuck him. I can do this myself. I try once more and fail when he laughs and grabs my keys. I spin around, shoving at his chest, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he holds the keys in his hand, an evil glint in his eye. I want to run, but I can’t. My legs are like jelly. They won’t budge no matter how hard I try to make them. My head swims, and I feel like I’m going to pass out when Twitch’s arms wrap around me.
“You make this shit too easy,” he says as he holds me up.
“What shit?” I mumble.
“All of it.”
