“Did you confess about your pimp?”
I shake my head. “He’ll never be found and no one’s looking. What does that say about him? The world is a better place without him. I signed up for the Army and met my brothers. I’ve never looked back since.”
“But you hold on to that anger,” she says. “Which is why you find yourself here.”
“No, I find myself here because I beat a man for being a scumbag like my pimp. He wanted to take a kid and sell her into sex slavery. I’d do the same thing again over and over if it saves a kid from that shit.”
Doctor Chapman smiles and nods her head. She doesn’t look disgusted at my confession but proud. “It’s past our time, Mr Cree. And for once, you didn’t spot it.”
I smirk and stand. “Laters, Chapman,” I mutter. I leave smiling and feeling a little lighter than I did before.
Chapter Twelve
Eva
I stare out over the field at the back of the clubhouse. Resting back on my hands, I stretch my legs out in front of me and hang my head back to look up at the blue sky. I feel a presence before Riggs drops down beside me. “You look so fuckin’ depressed, it’s making me sad,” he mutters and I laugh. “Your mum is in there making cookies. The guys won’t let her leave if she keeps this shit up.”
“She’s always wanted a big family,” I smile. “She was sad to leave here before,” I add.
“She doesn’t have to leave. None of you do. You’re Anna’s family. She loves you guys, and blood doesn’t mean fuck all.”
I nudge my shoulder against his and smile. “Thanks. I don’t think Cree wants me here permanently though.” Cree has spent the three days since I’ve arrived avoiding me.
“He’s busy. Since you told Michelle about you two, he’s got no way of getting close to them. He’s blind to their plans.”
“I thought he had an inside man?”
“It was a guy who used to be involved in that house. He isn’t part of it no more. Cree’s worried that Callum is coming for you. These people are sick, Eva. They’ll make you do shit you don’t wanna do to fulfil men’s fantasies. They’re paying money to get shit they can’t get by normal means.”
“I honestly don’t think Callum is that bothered about me. This is one big over-reaction.”
“Maybe, but we’re better to be safe than sorry. Anna would have my balls if anything happened to you.”
He leaves me to enjoy the peace. I lay back onto the grass and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep. My cell beeps sometime later, waking me up. My blood runs cold when I see it’s from Callum.
Callum: Going into hiding isn’t going to help you. I’ll take your world and turn it upside down until you have no choice but to come to me willingly.
I scoff and delete the message. Fuck him and his bullshit threats. I turn at the sound of footsteps approaching. I’m jumpy because of that stupid message, but when I see it’s Anna, I relax. “Guess who just came back to the club? Cree.” She smiles. “I think it’s time you put our plan into action.”
I laugh. She’s come up with a way to make Cree so weak that he can’t resist but to forgive me. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. He doesn’t like games.”
“It isn’t a game. You’re winning your man back. It’s a mission.” She smiles smugly, and I hold my hands out so she can pull me to stand. “He was at the bar.” She pulls my hair tie out and I shake my hair loose. She tugs at the cups of my bikini bra so my boobs overflow slightly. “He’ll go crazy when he sees you like this.” She smirks. “Now, go grab some water or something. Remember what I said—brush past him. Contact is very important.”
I take a deep breath and head inside. I spot Cree sitting at the bar chatting with Riggs. His back is to me slightly, so I make my way over and stand as close as I can without physically touching him. Frankie smiles from behind the bar. “What can I get you?”
“Just a bottle of water, please.” I smile. Cree stops talking momentarily when he hears my voice but then continues without looking at me. Frankie plops the bottle on the bar, but the phone rings and she turns to get it, leaving the water between the guys. I chew on my lower lip. Pushing right between him and Riggs makes it more obvious than I wanted it to be. I look back and Anna is watching, nodding her head and eyeing the water, her face full of encouragement. “Sorry,” I mutter, resting one hand on Cree’s leg as I reach between the two men. I feel Cree’s eyes on me as I snatch the water and turn away. I head straight for Anna and we take a seat at one of the tables.
“His eyes are on you,” she mumbles, her lips hardly moving. I cross my bare legs.
“He probably wants to yell at me to put some clothes on,” I say.
“You need to get your flirt on with someone,” says Anna, looking around for a victim.
I shake my head. “No,” I say firmly. “I’m good with a little brushing up to get him to notice me, but if I start flirting, it’ll only annoy him more.” I stand. “I
