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He drew in a sharp breath and rested his hands on his hips. “So, that’s it? I made a mistake, Chey.” He stared at her. “Ya never made a mistake, Chey? You perfect now?”
Her mouth fell open, and she gasped.
“Don’t you dare turn this on me. I’m not perfect, but I don’t betray people I claim to trust. I don’t trick people for my own gain.”
He snorted, and his lip curled. “Fucking hypocrite. You did the same shit to me, saying ya didn’t know more when you came in the club.”
“I didn’t know you then. It’s not the same thing, and you know it.”
He raised his brows. “Do I?” He crossed his arms and smiled. “And your conversation with Macy? It had nothing to do with your talk with Meg?”
She clamped her lips closed. She should have known Meg would say something.
“Ya got all these questions and doubts, talking to everyone around you except the one person you should be fucking talking to.” He shook his head. “But I guess that was a mistake too, right? This whole fucking thing we’ve been doing is a mistake?”
He stalked toward her, and she remained frozen with her heart racing. The last thing she wanted was for this to end, but how could she be with him if she couldn’t trust him? He was inches away from her, and she could feel the heat from his body. He leaned forward and whispered, “Shoulda asked me, Chey. I woulda told ya. I was set to make you my queen.” A lone tear streamed down her face, and she bit her lips, wanting nothing more than to feel him against her. Then he was gone, halfway across the room with his back to her. He gripped the door and glanced over his shoulder.
“But I’m a king with flaws, and I can’t be with someone who can’t find forgiveness.”
She was prepared for the harsh slam of the door, but instead, it closed with a soft clasp. There was no anger behind his words, just the truth.
****
He had chosen the worst time to tell her; he realized that now. He understood her anger, and a cooling period was definitely required, but him leaving town just amped up his tension. He should have waited ’til he got back.
He stayed at the clubhouse last night after several attempts to call her and some advice from Rourke. Back off her, man. The girl needs time to cool off. He put his phone aside. He was only aggravating the situation by his texts and calls, all of which were being ignored. This was new territory for him. He’d never tried to win back a woman.
He resisted the urge to bail on the trip and head to her place. Give her time. He’d fucked up almost every aspect of their relationship. If he didn’t get a handle on this, he’d lose her, if he hadn’t already.
He gripped his handlebars and breathed in the cool air. A ride had always cleared his mind, but it wasn’t working this time. All thoughts were on her.
The ride to Ghosttown had been a smooth trip. Once they exited the interstate, there were only a handful of cars on the backroads. They had gotten a late start, which hindered their early arrival as originally planned. They’d made it with a few minutes to spare before the start.
Getting a glimpse of the small town they planned on taking up residency in was a bit shocking. He’d been there before, but seeing it as a possible future home had Trax second-guessing his president’s decision. In the middle of fucking nowhere. He understood the reasoning. Their current clubhouse was centered in town. The Ghosttown Riders were on display and on the radar of law enforcement. For their new venture, they’d need anonymity, and what better place than the adequately named Ghosttown. They were going back to where it all began.
As they pulled into the gravel lot, Kase, at the lead, veered around back. There were a few cars scattered along the open area with no real pattern for parking. Trax fell in line as Kase, Gage, and Saint parked. Kase’s brother, Caden, waited on his bike, playing with his phone. He glanced up, lifting his chin in greeting when Trax pulled next to him.
If the club had honorary members, Caden would be one of them. Trax always found it strange he never took to club life. Kase was president, and their father, Jack, had reigned before him. The biker life was naturally in Cade’s blood, but he’d taken another path.
They met up near the back door.
“Boys, welcome to Ghosttown.” Cade smirked.
He greeted them with handshakes, making his way down the line, ending with Trax.
They shook hands, and Cade grinned. “Good to see ya. Heard you wifed up?”
Caden was clearly amused by the news. Unfortunately for Trax, the verdict on that was still up in the air. Trax had no intention of going into details.
Trax snorted and turned to Kase. “Pussy gossip, man. Really?”
Kase lit his cigarette and shrugged. “Ain’t gossip if it’s the truth.” He turned and started to the double doors.
Caden laughed and slapped him on the back. “Your prez over there said she’s a good girl, helping out with the Mick thing. Look forward to meeting her.”
Trax nodded.
The town hall was old but in fairly decent shape. He’d seen it a few times passing through the town on the way to the property, but this would be the first time inside. It was a converted old barn. The restoration must have taken some cash just to deem it safe for occupancy.
