“Fuck, Kaitlyn, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were asleep.” He moved over to me and went to kiss me but I turned away so he couldn’t. He let out a sigh. “Okay, let’s have it.” My eyes narrowed at him but he had moved away to take his phone out of his pocket along with his wallet and dropped his keys beside them. I got up and stalked over to him. When he turned to find me standing there, I had no control over what happened next. It was happening before my brain registered what I was about to do. With as much force behind it as I could, my hand shot out and I slapped him. A crack filling the air around us.
“Are you fucking psychotic, Kane? My best friend was just shot and you want to go drinking and riding?!” He went to open his mouth to talk but I cut him off. “No! Nothing you can say can make that better! I don’t care who or what you are, just no! Not while you are with me. I will overlook a lot of shit, stuff I am almost positive I don’t want to know like why you just had to go out tonight but that is not one of them. I will not be getting a phone call saying you have killed yourself because you are a dickhead. I will not survive that. You are literally all I have left.” I turned and left him standing there. I could feel the angry tears building and didn’t want to cry in front of him. I had done enough of that. I turned the light off and climbed into bed. Pulling his pillow close to me, I closed my eyes and buried my face in it.
I don’t know how much time had passed before the bedroom door was opening and he walked through it. I heard him moving around, his belt being undone as he stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed. He wrapped an arm around my waist and I didn’t fight him off. He buried his face in my neck.
“Bonnie, I am so sorry. I was so pissed off, I didn’t think. I snapped and shouldn’t have left like that. Yes, we burn alcohol off quicker than most but that was still no excuse. I promise it will never happen again.”
“It does, Clyde, and you won’t be coming home to me. I mean it. Drinking and riding are a deal breaker. Cheating as well. I’m not having it and don’t even think about laying a hand on me or I will cut your dick off.” The bedside light was turned on and Kane moved so that I was on my back and he was hovering over me.
“I swear, I will not cheat on you or lay a hand on you. I would die before I did that. I’m gonna fuck up from time to time, you need to give me that. I will do everything I can to never intentionally hurt you. I promise.” I closed my eyes and nodded. He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me softly before rolling to lay on his back. He pulled me closer to him so that I was using his chest as a pillow. “I love you, Kaitlyn.”
“I love you too, Kane. You owe me breakfast in bed for that bullshit though.”
“Whatever you want, Bonnie. Whatever you want.”
Epilogue
(Kane)
It had been a couple of weeks since I had taken care of Kaitlyn’s dad and brother. I hadn’t told her yet. I wasn’t sure I could. Sure she was safe but could she deal with the knowledge that I had killed them? She had already said there was stuff she didn’t want to know. I think this had to be a secret we kept within the club. After the night that I killed them, Kaitlyn had made the decision to solidify our bond and let me mark her as my mate. While she still had days where her grief over Amy had her withdraw away from me, I could now help her in ways that I couldn’t before with our bond. Slowly, things were beginning to calm down.
Standing in the club talking to Blaze, my arms wrapped around Kaitlyn who stood in front of me having stopped by to see me before she went home after work, I heard a throat clear behind us. Turning around, I put Kaitlyn behind me and saw a man standing there in a suit with one of the prospects.
“Can we help you?”
“I’m looking for Kaitlyn Jenkins.”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Jason Styles; I am the Jenkins family’s lawyer. I have a letter for her.” Kaitlyn stepped around me.
“Whose it from?”
“Your mother.” Kaitlyn frowned as she moved forward, taking the letter from him. “If you need anything, here is my card.” After she took it, our prospect led him back out of the clubhouse. I looked over at Blaze who wore the same worried expression that would have been on my face. What the fuck could her mother be writing about that had to go through a lawyer? Kaitlyn opened up the letter and began to read it. She went from frowning to
