Chapter 53
Chapter
Fifty-Three
When I arrived at the clubhouse, and the guys told me that Griff and Juggler were at my girl’s, I almost lost my shit. I’d stormed out of there like my arse was on fire, ready to race over there, but their security guy Hack grabbed me before I had a chance. He told me to calm the fuck down before I went over there like that. He made me ride over here in the van, he said that Juggler and Griff had requested I stay at the clubhouse until they spoke to her. But when Hack had messaged them, they had told him to get me to leave my bike; they said she had finally fallen asleep, and they didn’t want the sound of bikes waking her. I was fucking furious when I realised they were there with her while she was sleeping, but I calmed down a little when I called Nitro, and he told me to get my jealousy in check. I hadn’t realised I was jealous until he pointed it out. I’d just thought my rage was because they were being insensitive to what she’s been through.
I lean against the wall, folding my arms over my chest in the hallway outside of her kitchen and listen to them talk. She doesn’t know that I’m here; at least, I don’t think she does. Juggler and Griff, though, they do. Hack messaged them when we got here, and they told him to have me wait outside.
“Flex, why won’t you tell us who did this to you?” I hear Juggler ask her. There’s a short beat of silence before I hear another woman speak.
“She seems to think that if she admits who it is that the London boys will either think she’s lying and hate her for it, or it will destroy their club.”
“Steph,” I hear the fear in my girl’s voice; she really doesn’t want this to get out, and I don’t understand why.
“Hey,” I hear Juggler speak, and the chairs move. I stand straighter, wondering if she’s going to come out the door and catch me, but then I hear him speak again.
“I was there when you were found, Flex. There is no scenario in which those boys would hate you.”
“But what if I admit who did this and I ruin everything? What if I’m honest, and it tears them apart?” her voice breaks, and it guts me that I’m not in there with her. I go to move but Hack grabs my arm, shaking his head. I go to say something, but I hear Juggler speak again.
“Why do you think that?”
“Because that’s what he told me. When he…” she breaks off, and I can’t take it anymore; I burst through the door, scaring her so much she inhales a shocked breath, and her body stiffens. But as she looks as me, her features soften.
“Wrath?” She sobs, and I race toward her, pulling her from the chair and into my arms. She doesn’t hesitate for a second, wrapping her arms around me and holding onto me tightly as she sobs into my chest. I hold onto the back of her head and lean down, placing a kiss on the top of her head and telling her, “I’ve got you, baby, you’re safe. And I’m never letting you go.” I feel her shake her head, but I pull her back so I can look into her eyes.
“I fucking love you, Firecracker. You’re mine. I will spend the rest of my life making sure you know how sorry I am, but I assure you, I will be spending the rest of my life with you.” I see her eyes flick around the room, taking everyone in before they settle back on me. She looks down, but I grab her face and lift it, not giving her a chance to look away, not giving her a chance to shut down. I rest my forehead on hers, and I whisper, “Trust me. Please.” I don’t know if it’s the begging tone in my voice or if she sees something in my eyes, but she swallows and gives me a nod before leaning back into me and wrapping her arms around my waist.
I look over my shoulder at her father and give him a chin lift. He smiles, giving one in return as I pick her up and carry her into the front room, I passed on my way in. As I take a seat on the sofa, I pull her onto my lap and hold her tight. I take advantage of the fact the others stay in the kitchen and sit with her on my lap, neither of us speaking. I don’t know about her, but I need this. I need to feel her, to be near her.
Nearly an hour later, the door opens, and her father, the prospect and the girl, Steph, I think her name is, walk through the door. They take a seat, and Marissa tries to get up as we hear the rumble of bikes approach.
“It’s ok, baby.”
She swallows and then looks to the door as Juggler and Griff walk in.
“Easy, Flex,” Griff tells her. “It’s just his bike being ridden here.” She relaxes a little, but then I sense her looking at me as my eyes stay fixed on Juggler.
“Wrath?” She asks, but Juggler speaks.
“Flex, we love you, but you need to go home with Wrath.”
“What?” she cries, climbing out of my lap and moving toward her dad, but he stops her, and turns her to face him.
“Kiddo, he’s right.”
“Dad?”
He pulls her into a hug. “You ran to protect him and his club, but he followed you. Sweetheart, you need to go home with him; you need to tell them. I know you’re keeping the truth from them but knowing that the son-of-a-bitch is still out there is killing you.”
I see her body tremble as she looks at him. “But what if they hate me? What if telling them hurts them more?”
“What if he hurts someone else?” her father asks, and she lets out a sob.
Needing to give her strength, I step forward, pulling her back to my front, my hands grabbing at her sides. She leans into me and nods. “Ok.”
I breathe a sigh of relief and wrap my arms around her. “I know you’re being pushed right now, but I need you to tell me you’re ok with this. Forget the reasons why, forget the shit you’ve been through for thirty seconds and tell me you want this, you want me?”
She turns in my arms and looks up at me; she grabs both sides of my face.
“Wrath.” She smiles at me. “Of course I want this. I love you too.”
“Thank fuck.” Relief floods through me.