But I’m not going to stop my life for a maybe and might. I’m also not going to beg him for a fucking thing. I already feel like I’ve done that and been rejected. I took care of him, worried about him, and thought there would be more between us, but he keeps pushing me away.
Turning around, I walk away from her when she doesn’t respond to my words right away. I’m only a few feet away when she calls out my name. Spinning around, I look at her and wait.
“You don’t act like an eighteen-year-old.”
I almost laugh, but the observation is interesting to me. I’m not sure how an eighteen-year-old is supposed to act, I’ve only seen them be raped. I was never allowed to actually be friends with anyone, not even the other daughter and girls of the club.
“I grew up around ten, when my dad informed me that I would be gang-raped and given to a deserving member of his club to use as he saw fit,” I snap before I turn around and start to walk back to my room.
These people have too much fucking time on their hands. They’re all mixed in each other’s shit and I’m over it all. Nobody just does their own stuff.
Della, Pinkie, Mamba, and even Dragon are worried about Dylan’s love life, I don’t get it, I’ve never been around a group that cares who is fucking who so damn much.
Leaving Della, speechless, her mouth hanging open, I walk to my room and sit on the edge, pinching my eyes closed and just breathing. I don’t know what is going to happen, but I can’t continue this way.
I can’t stay here, constantly being told how I need to be with Dylan, how he deserves some good in his life and how that’s me, but then he tells me it’s completely opposite.
I can’t breathe here.
I can’t even really see.
Everything is blurry and stifling.
“I need to go,” I whisper to myself.
Standing, I reach for one of the gift bags from my birthday and put everything I own inside. Hitching it over my shoulder, I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m going to do, but I can’t stay here.
Running into the clubhouse, I look around frantically, then I see him. Dragon is sitting at the edge of the bar, his head tipped as he talks to a small child. He must sense me watching him. He lifts his head and his eyes catch mine.
“Office,” he barks.
My entire body jerks and I walk toward his office. I don’t hear what he says as he murmurs to the child, but then I feel him behind me not long after. I walk into his office, stand in the middle of the room and wait.
JAGUAR
All the shit is loaded for transport and I watch as a couple of brothers jump in the truck and take off. Never thought I’d want to go on a run like they’re headed on again, personally, I hated them.
A long trip of sitting on my ass in a cage, dropping shit off and coming home, all the while holding my breath in hope that I won’t get caught. Except, that’s exactly what I want to do right now, probably because I can’t.
“You’re a fuckin’ mess,” Dragon announces from beside me.
Turning my head, I look over at him, arching a brow. He looks straight ahead in the direction of the now gone truck and doesn’t say anything right away. I feel impatient and annoyed as I wait for him to speak. It feels like it takes a fucking hour for him to finally say something.
“Talked to her today. Told her that we found Riot and we’d be heading to Oregon soon to end him.”
“Yeah?”
He hums. “Yeah. She asked me to let her leave when he was dealt with. When it was done.”
My heart starts pounding against my chest. Leave. She wants to leave here, leave me? What the actual fuck? Sweat gathers at my forehead, dripping down my temples. I want to wait for him to finish, but I can’t.
“What the fuck?” I bark. “Where the fuck is she going to go?”
“Why do you care?” he asks, quickly responding. He shrugs a shoulder. Looking from the ground then back to me. “You don’t want her. You made that clear. Why would she stay here? What would she do here?” he asks. “Only one job for a girl her age and I’m thinkin’ you wouldn’t like her whorin’ too much.”
The thought of her spreading her legs for anyone but me causes my entire body to break out in a sweat and my blood to boil even harder beneath the surface.
“I wouldn’t,” I grind out.
He snorts, a deep grunt escaping from his chest. “You got a couple weeks to claim her. After that, nothing I can do to keep her here. She wants to go and she’s free to do that. So far, she has proven to me that she’s not any kind of spy. She seems on the up-and-up. Told her I’d help her get settled.”
“Why would you do that?” I ask.
Dragon inhales a deep breath, then lets it out. He turns to look out in front of him in the distance, but he’s not seeing what’s in front of him, he’s thinking about something else and I have a feeling it’s more like someone else and that someone sleeps beside him at night.
“Because it ain’t her fault Riot is her father. If I can get her set up, get her into some kind of trade school so she can take care of herself, then I’m going to do that. She deserves that.”
“Deserves?” I ask.
He hums. “Yeah, Jag. She deserves a shot at a decent life. Whether that comes with your brand seared into her skin or not. I’m going to do what I can.”
Without another word, he turns and walks
