Chapter 51
Chapter
Fifty-One
I see red. The rage is suffocating. I knew she wouldn’t forgive me; fuck, I don’t deserve her forgiveness, but there was a small part of me that had hope. I catch a glimpse of Nitro walking toward me as I swing my leg over my bike and start the engine. Not in the mood to listen to his shit, I quickly throw on my helmet and pull away before he has a chance to reach me. I need some fucking time to myself. I only have myself to blame. I know that. But I can’t help being pissed. I’ve fucking lost her. She’s walking away.
I rode for nearly three hours before I realised that I didn’t want to be that far from her. But as I pull into the car park at the hospital, I’m surprised to see there are no other bikes here. When I left, there were more than ten of the brothers here. The brothers didn’t want to leave, so there’s always been a lot here. I get that she’s fucking leaving but that doesn’t mean we should leave her unprotected. Ready to tear Nitro a new one, I dial his number as I make my way up to her ward, where she’s been for the last couple of weeks.
He answers on the second ring and doesn’t give me a chance to speak. “Done with your fucking temper tantrum, are ya?”
“Why the fuck has everyone left the hospital? I deserve her leaving, but she doesn’t deserve to have no protection.”
He lets out snort. “She has fucking protection. Unlike you, we didn’t fucking run off on her?—”
“Run off on her? I needed fucking air. She’s fucking leaving, you heard her tell her dad to take her home. Forgive me if I needed a minute.”
“Are you done?” he asks. And I don’t say anything else because I am, I mean, what else am I meant to say?
“Get your arse back to the clubhouse. I want you in Church, thirty minutes.”
“I’m going to see her first?—”
“She isn’t fucking there, Wrath. That’s the only reason we left. Because she did.”
Fuck. She left and didn’t even stick around to say goodbye. I think I’m going to vomit.
“Brother, come back to the clubhouse,” his tone changes. “We can talk when you get here.”
I nod even though he can’t see me. Blowing out a breath, I hang up without another word; I’m not sure my voice will hold if I do speak.
Georgia-Rae places four glasses of whiskey on the table and then places the remainder of the bottle next to the Prez. She gives me a sad smile and places a kiss on my cheek before leaving and closing the door behind her.
I stare at the glass for a second or two before grabbing it and downing the contents. The liquid leaves a burning trail down my throat, and I hold out the glass for Nitro to refill it desperate for something to numb the pain. He picks up the bottle and pours me another glass.
Nitro and Ice down their glasses before Nitro refills them. Tongue, however just swirls his glass, watching the liquid roll around the glass. We sit in silence for about twenty minutes before Tongue pushes his chair back. He downs his glass and then slams it onto the table and then glares at me. “Go get her,” he tells me before leaving the room.
“You have two options brother.” I turn to face Nitro. “Do what he says and go get her. Or, give her space and see if she comes back.”
“When does she leave?” I ask, my voice quiet, heavy.
He shakes his head at me, “She’s already gone, man. They were on the road about forty minutes before you got back.”
I look at him. “The Newcastle boys?” I question, wondering if she’s travelling up with them.
He nods. “Yeah. I’ve sent the prospect with her too. Juggler will make space for him for as long as needed.”
I’m grateful that the prospect is with her, I know she trusts him. But I also know that she trusts the Newcastle boys. She’s known them longer than I’ve known her. I wish I was with her, but I have to trust she made the decision for her. I stand from the table and head out of Church. I grab my phone from the locker and take a seat at the table in the corner and type out a message.
Me – I feel like I’m meant to say that I understand your decision. But I don’t. I know what I said, what I did was uncalled for. I was wrong. I’m paying for that mistake now.
I hit send, but then realise I’m not done.
Me – Please let me know when you get there. I love you firecracker.
There’s so much more that I want to say to her, but I refuse to do it in a text message. I stand from the table to see my brothers watching me. I turn to Nitro. “Prez, I’m sorry. I need to go.”
He smirks at me, and I’m thrown. I shouldn’t be leaving, not now; we’ve got so much shit going on. He should be telling me no; he should be telling me I need to make the club a priority but he’s standing there with a fucking smile on his face. He juts his chin in the direction of the door, and I turn to find my saddle bags on the floor by the door. “Candy packed your shit. Go get your girl and bring her home.”