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I saw how she bit her lip when she had something to say but wouldn’t. Or how they thinned into a firm line when she was upset. I had learned every small movement of hers, unconsciously, and absolutely unwillingly.
Focusing on Callie, who was like my little sister, I smiled. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Callie flicked a quick gaze to Laura, who hadn’t looked up yet, then focused back on the cake. Laura was smoothing out the frosting along the sides, and Natty was busy with another piping bag, decorating the opposite side Callie was working on.
“Laura, you should get going, we need those extra ingredients and the meat picked up,” Red said, grabbing a box of paper plates and cups.
“Laura doesn’t have a car, so how is she getting around to get these ingredients?” I asked, hating that I even cared.
My proposed roommate still wouldn’t look up, and it bothered me. I wanted her to tell me face to face why another member’s bike was parked in front of my apartment. I couldn’t care less who she spread those milky thighs for but having those fuckers in my house was not happening. Ever.
“Same as always, she can take my car,” Red replied, keeping her focus on the paper plates.
A rasping voice shrilled up from the bar, “No she can’t, did you forget I need it today.” Red’s old man, Brooks, walked up behind her and placed a kiss on her neck. Seeing them still in love after all these years was still a punch to the gut. I had only ever dreamed of finding someone like that, but growing up in this club, all I ever witnessed was a revolving door of sweetbutts who wanted to fuck, suck or score. A few men found permanent partners, even going as far as to fall in love, but it was rare. Even our previous prez, Simon, didn’t find love until he was older, nearly in the grave.
Maybe that would be me. A long, hard life, and in my old age, I’d have someone to care and love me.
“Well shit, I forgot you’re heading out to Richland.” Red hugged Brooks’ neck, then pulled away with a sigh.
“I have a client coming into Dead Roses in thirty minutes; otherwise, I’d take her,” Callie piped up next.
I knew Natty didn’t drive, not sure why but the girl walked nearly everywhere, or took her scooter.
Laura’s face was practically crimson, but she kept her focus on the cake, so no one was really looking at her.
“Killian, take her for me, please. You’re not supposed to be here yet anyway, so it’s perfect,” Red suggested, sorting through the box of paper plates and napkins.
Laura’s face flew up lightning fast. “That’s okay, I can ask Kip.”
I fucking knew that was his bike in front of my apartment, I had a feeling. Asshole knew better than to fuck in my house.
“I don’t have shit to do this morning, so I don’t mind,” I bit out coldly.
Laura looked around as if someone would help. “But your bike…I have a lot of things I need to get.”
“I have a truck.” God damn, fucking trucks. Besides, what did she think her precious Kip was going to cart her around in?
She wiped her hands on the tiny apron around her narrow hips and hesitated. “Well, what if I just borrow your truck then? You can go back home and rest until it’s time to show up.”
Tilting my head the slightest bit, I bit out, “Funny thing about that word, home. Why don’t I just go and crash right now in the apartment I’m supposed to live in?”
I wanted her in the corner, without any choice but to confess in front of everyone here.
“I’ve never stopped you from moving in.” Laura held her head high.
I wanted to press her, embarrass her, punish her. She knew it was unacceptable for a lower ranking member like Kip to stay in the president’s house, regardless of whether he was home or not. She may not have grown up in this life, but after three months, she’d acclimated to it.
“I’m not letting you borrow my shit. You’re already borrowing my fucking apartment, and you’re not showing any signs of leaving. Wouldn’t want you to get the idea that you could take my truck anytime you wanted. Fuck knows you’ll never give it back.”
Hurt flashed in her eyes, and it felt like a knife had slid between my ribs.
Callie slammed her piping bag down. “That was fucking rude, Kil. What is wrong with you? Laura and I went apartment hunting just a few days ago, she is trying, and she?—”
“It’s okay, Cal,” Laura interrupted, untying her apron.
Callie’s glare was a silent threat to be nicer to her friend. This was what needed to change. I didn’t owe her or anyone else shit. I didn’t need to be nice or do favors. Only reason I was willing to take her to run errands was because she was prepping for my party.
“We’ll be back.” I exhaled, locking eyes with Wes for a moment. His gaze was hard, but he remained silent.
