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As I watch him amble over to her SUV, the words click in my head and my jaw drops.
“Mack’s hooking up withyour mom?” The shocked horror in Shade’s voice is nothing in comparison to the visual that just flashed through my mind. “Damn.”
“Not another word,” I growl, climbing in and firing up the truck. Closing my eyes, I focus on getting to Molly, knowing there has to be a reasonable explanation.
The rental place is between the clubhouse and town, so after I return the trailer, I brace myself for the rest of the drive.
*
Pulling up to the back of the bakery, I try the back door and find it unlocked. Peeking inside, Molly is looking into her oven,like she often does when something’s nearly ready. I can tell something’s off about her, but I can’t put my finger on it.
“Hey, sugar,” I call out and her back instantly stiffens. “I missed you.”
“I’m busy, Royce,” she says, not even looking over her shoulder at me. “We can talk another time.”
“Talk about what?”
“The message I left you,” Molly snaps out, like she’s instructing a child.
“I didn’t get a message.” I step inside, and lean against the door once I close it.
“Did you see Shade yet?” She finally looks at me. Well, not at me, but in my direction.
“Yeah, he gave me my phone and wallet. I left them with you for safekeeping, y’know.”
“I left you a voicemail.”
“Why don’t you tell me what you said?”
“This isn’t going to work out. I’m sorry, but it’s over and I don’t want to see you anymore.”
With that she yanks open the oven door and reaches in for the pans, placing two on racks before turning back for the others.
“I’ve got to finish this!” The frustration in her voice is clear, but I’m doing my best to stay calm.
“Can you look at me? And talk about this…”
“I don’t want to look at you!” she yells, spinning and doing exactly that, the pain on her face has me reaching out for her, but she slaps my hand away. “I don’t want to pretend I’m alright. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to wonder how many girls arewalking around town with those goddamn tattoos! I can’t build a life with someone who will cheat on me, because you will.”
“Will you tell me where this came from…”
“Check your messages, Royce,” she says, and I pull my phone out of my pocket. “No! Leave and check them. I have to get this order done. I’m already running late.”
“I love you,” I respond, before turning and doing exactly what she asked of me.
She’s upset and I just want to hold her, but I have no fucking idea what’s happening and I can’t find a way through this until I know what I’m dealing with. I park Mack’s truck outside the building that Riley owns and slide his keys through the mail slot, so they fall right inside the door.
I walk back to the square, sitting on the bacon bench I had sponsored, I call the clubhouse to have a prospect come pick me up. Then I start scrolling through my text messages.
Mom had already let me know that Molly had picked up her call, and that she shared my pin number with her. While I have a number of unread text messages from unknown numbers, it’s the ones that were viewed right after I left town that tell me all I need to know.
That fucking bitch, Vixen.
She must have gotten my number from the reservation I made at the restaurant and shared it with the other girls I’ve partied with.Before Molly, I think.
Christ, how many of them took photos with my dick for crying out loud?!
That fuckingNine Inch Clubshit was just something I said as a joke, a year or so back; now they’re going around getting ittatted on their hips? It’s no wonder the only woman I care about couldn’t look me in the eye.
