Though, it kind of pleased me to see he was jealous. Then he’d know how I’d felt when he went out with that pissant. Only Lucas didn’t know I’d claimed him. He didn’t know I wanted him. He didn’t know he was mine, but only because I hadn’t said shit. I wanted to, yet there I was standing still and not chasing him because I was weak. I wanted to protect him. At least, that was what I thought I was doing, but really all I was doing was protecting myself from the judgment.
I had to man the fuck up, or he’d slip through my fingers.
“Christ,” I clipped.
“What’s wrong?” Sara asked. She was the daughter of a club brother. If that wasn’t reason enough to not touch her, there was also the fact she didn’t do shit for me.
“Nothin’, I gotta go.” Where I didn’t know. Everything in me wanted to rush after Lucas. Could I? Shit, I didn’t fucking know. Though, what I did know, was that I didn’t want Lucas with anyone.
No one was to touch him, or I’d lose my shit.
“Where are you going? I could come with you.” She smiled seductively.
“Babe, you’re a brother’s daughter. It ain’t happenin’.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not wanting to become an old lady, Wreck. Just one night.”
“And have Danger kill me? No thanks. Later,” I told her before walking off. I’d meant to head to my room in the compound but found myself standing outside in the cool night air.
I ran a hand through my hair and then over my face.
“Fuck,” I bit out.
If I didn’t fix this, if I didn’t tell Lucas he was mine, then there went my chance with him, and he’d probably end up in the arms of the fuckhead. Hell, if I even had a chance. Why did I want a chance? Because I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Shaking my head, I made my way to my car when someone stepped into my path.
“Where you goin’?”
Fuck.
Death stepped closer. He lifted a smoke and took a drag. The scent of pot wafted my way. “Just headin’ out for a minute.”
“Really? Why?”
“Gotta check the business out.”
“We got brothers there already. You wanna tell me a new lie?”
I narrowed my gaze, crossed my arms over my chest, and demanded, “You wanna tell me where you think I’m goin’?” Death rarely got on my nerves, but he was starting to.
“Goin’ to see Saint’s brother.”
Fucking shit.
I forced a laugh. “What the fuck you talkin’ about?”
He chuckled. “Brother, don’t bullshit a bullshitter. I ain’t blind, and I’m sure Saint’s cottoned on, but he won’t say shit until he sees it with his eyes.”
“What are you talkin’ about?”
Death grinned, his white teeth flashing before he took another drag. He blew it out and said, “Know you, brother. Seen you watchin’ him. Seen him watchin’ you too, but you been fightin’ within yourself. But it looks like you’re done fightin’. Are you?”
Fuck it all. For Lucas. “Yes,” I hissed.
His smile widened. “Good. But tread carefully. But I know you will ’cause it took you a month to finally fuckin’ make up your mind.”
“You done talkin?”
“Yep. I’ll let you know when Saint leaves. Good luck,” he finished, and then walked off whistling.
What the fuck just happened?
Death, my brother, gave me permission—not that I needed it—to pursue Lucas. Yeah, he said he saw us looking at each other, but how in the fuck did he get me wanting Lucas from that? More important, he was going to look out for me with Saint. I wasn’t sure Saint would go for me being with his brother. Shit, I was really thinking of being with Lucas.
Well, dumb shit, you were seconds away from claiming him so no one else could have him, what do you think it means?
Yeah, all right, I was going to make Lucas mine.
At least I’d do everything in my power to make it happen. It could already be too late. I could have fucked everything up before it even started.
Shit, I was going to have to do some groveling. I’d never wanted to do it for anyone else. I’d fought with women before, knew it was my fault, yet had never found it in me to care enough about the woman to fight for her.
For Lucas, I would.
How fucking strange.
I stood in front of Saint and Lucas’s place and checked the door. Lucas was lucky it was locked. I slipped out my keys and used the spare key I had for Saint’s place, from the countless nights of crashing there, which hadn’t happened in a while. My heart hammered in my chest, and my gut ate at my insides while my dick thickened slightly, as if it knew we were getting close to Lucas.
Opening the door, I stepped inside. The kitchen light was on, and I saw Lucas leaning against the counter, spooning ice cream from the tub into his mouth. He looked upset; there was no smile making him light up. He was slouched over the container like eating it could comfort him.
I did that to him.
I was sure of it and knowing it cut into me. I was surprised no blood showed.
His gaze didn’t even lift when I’d opened and closed the door. He was in his own world again. It drove me crazy when he did this, but Jesus, he looked good.
His wild curls were everywhere. His plump lips, which I wanted to bite down on, were redder than normal from the cold ice cream. He wore a simple thin white tee with sweatpants, and still, my cock throbbed at the sight of his smaller but well-formed frame.
Moving closer, I saw Lucas suddenly lift his head, spot me, and freeze.
“Wreck,” he whispered.
