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The letter didn’t tellme shit.
I’d been waiting on this fucking thing since the day I saw it passed over the lawyers table to Callie, knowing it was meant for me and it was just Simon’s way of teasing me. He had told me before he died that if I was doing everything right then I’d have access to that letter because the only way to read his instructions would be to make amends with his daughter.
Fucking meddlesome old man.
Callie was sitting next to me, her eyes moving quickly over the other letters from her dad. I had no idea what Simon had been writing her throughout the years. I assumed it was apologies, and other shit regarding his absence from her life, but I didn’t know. I just knew he had handed me one once a month for the past three years and told me to make sure my name was on as the sender, not his.
I didn’t know what he was playing at, and sure, there was a part of me that wondered if Callie would open them simply because they were from me, but she hadn’t. And it wouldn’t have burned as much if I hadn’t ever known, so that’s one more thing I can thank Simon for.
“You find anything good in there?” I finally asked, giving up on the note in my hand.
He told her to sell.
Why would he tell her to sell the property? It made no fucking sense. If we sold, we’d be out a place to call home and we’d lose our headquarters, which didn’t make sense for the club. Where else were we supposed to go? Not to mention all the product Simon had left us in charge of moving from the last big deal he’d set up. If we sold, we’d be fucked, because we had nowhere else to put that much product without landing on someone’s radar.
“Nothing but apologies and memories.” Callie swiped at her eyes and shoved the letters back into shape, tucking them into an envelope. Her somber expression did something to me. I hated seeing her like this, and considering this was the first time we’d been alone with each other in private, where I wasn’t teasing her to shower with me, or pushing her buttons about being here, it was hitting harder than I was comfortable with.
Clearing my throat, I moved from the bed.
“I got shit to do. You know where the shower is, remotes are in the bedside table, and there’s food down there if you get hungry. I’ll be back later.”
Callie moved off the bed, trailing me.
“Wait…where are you going?”
This felt so weird, being back in a domesticated space with her. It was like we’d never left, and yet there was nearly an entire decade between us. She hurt me. Fucking ruined me. So the urge to kiss her, or to soothe her worry, burned the tip of my tongue. All I had to do was think back to her face last night when she realized I had been more than aware of all her encounters over the past seven years, and I’d sober right up.
“I have club matters to handle.” I pulled on my boots and leather jacket, which was a replica of my cut. Same patches, same colors, just thicker and more protective when I’m riding.
She stared, her arms crossed over her chest.
“So us being partners now, that was just bullshit?”
I hid my smile by lowering my face, because I liked a riled-up Callie. Used to be my favorite thing to come home to.
“Nope, but there are some things I can’t bring you in on. Some shit has nothing to do with the letters, or what's going on with the Raiders.”
That was a lie, but like hell did I owe her anything.
Her plump bottom lip was pulled between her teeth as she watched me grab my keys. Her nails dug into her skin, and Max suddenly picked up his head like he knew she was getting pissed.
“What if I have to leave, or go somewhere?”
I grabbed the door handle and pulled, before giving her one last look.
“Don’t.”
I had to get her hazel eyes out of my head.
I slammed the door behind me without a second thought and hurried over to the club. She’d try to follow; I knew that much. Callie wasn’t the type to sit and stay or take orders. It wasn’t in her blood, and that used to send a rush to my cock—fuck, still did—but I needed her to listen this time. Thankfully, Killian was pulling up with the blonde-haired friend on the back of his bike.
He parked, and before he could even take off his helmet, she was crawling off the back of his bike. She threw her helmet on the ground then shoved him in the shoulder before stomping up to me. No fear, nothing at all in her eyes but fire.
“Where is Callie?”
Shit, this girl made me want to back up a step. She looked like she was two seconds from throwing a punch, and all five feet two, hundred and twenty pounds of her would try to take me down. She was out of her depth, but she didn’t seem to give a single fuck.
I gestured with my head toward my house. “Staying with me. Your stuff is already there too.”
