Chapter Eight #2
“Good. She deserves to be treated right. Gonna tell you right now if you’re playin’ games with her to leave her the fuck alone.
Wren is a good girl and didn’t have to stop that day.
She means somethin’ to me, Vulture, and Fury.
And I know it won’t take long at all for all the men here to fall in love with her.
Wren is special and it doesn’t take much for everyone who comes in contact with her to realize that.
I know you have even if you’re too much of a pussy to admit it.
Even to yourself,” he says and I can’t help but wonder what he knows about the situation between us.
“I’m not gonna fuck with her, Demolition. You don’t know the whole story,” I say, not sure if he’ll make me talk or not.
“Then tell me,” he says, leaning back in the stool and staring at me.
“I took her fuckin’ virginity in the bathroom at The Hide Out a couple months ago.
Wasn’t plannin’ on fuckin’ anyone that night.
We were there to check out the rumors about drugs bein’ sold outside.
Some drunk fucker stood up when she was walkin’ over to our table and his punch landed on her instead of the other guy at the table.
I got her out of there and cleaned her up.
She didn’t even try to get me to fuck her.
One look from her is all it took for me to be rock hard.
I couldn’t have walked away that night if you paid me to,” I tell him, hating how awful it sounds.
“You fucked her and got out as quick as possible, didn’t ya?” he questions me, his voice colder than it was a minute ago.
“I did. She said she wouldn’t be clingy and all that other shit before I left.
I wouldn’t have been so rough with her if I’d known she was a virgin.
I’d say I wouldn’t have fucked her period, but I think that’s a lie.
Haven’t seen her since until that day in the hospital.
Now, she won’t even give me the time of day.
So, I’m not playin’ games with her, Demolition.
We’ll figure out how to co-exist here in the clubhouse while she’s here and then move on when she leaves,” I tell him as I drain my bottle of water before Wyatt takes it and tosses it in the recycling bin behind the bar.
“Sounds like she’s givin’ you exactly what you want, Judge.
So why the fuck are you all twisted up about her.
She’s gotten under your skin and you don’t know how to handle that shit.
Razer would be laughin’ his ass off at you right now.
We’ve all heard how you’re gonna be single with no kids all of your life.
I don’t believe that will be the case for very long.
You’re already half in love with Wren,” Demolition tells me before getting up and leaving me alone.
He’s the second damn person to insinuate there will be more between Wren and me.
I don’t see it. The only thing I can see happening is me fucking her again to get her out of my system so I can move on with my life once and for all.
Leaving the bar, I make my way to my office.
I’m in no mood to be around the others and have conversations about feelings that don’t exist. I don’t believe Wren is playing a game by not allowing me around her.
She’s being completely serious in her request for me to leave her alone.
I’m the one who showed up at the hospital every single day, knowing she wasn’t going to allow me in her room.
I didn’t fuck the nurses that tried to flirt with me.
Instead, I shut that shit down and walked away from them.
None of them did a damn thing for me and it makes me angry to realize Wren has some kind of choke hold on my cock. That’s never happened to me before.
Sitting at my desk, I grab the paperwork I’ve been putting off and get to work.
There’s still a lot to think about once the funeral is over.
Do we replace Razer since he was the Secretary of the club?
Who would even take his place? Honestly, no one can.
Razer had a magic touch with the computers in his office and could find any information we wanted or needed.
I’ll have to talk to his family to see what they want to do once everyone has cleared out of the clubhouse.
Fury will be the one to make the final decision.
His dad and uncle are still members of the club and definitely make decisions when we have any kind of vote.
In this situation, they’ll leave the final choice up to Fury.
I don’t know what he’ll say and he’s my best friend.
Right now, he’s been completely focused on Wren because it means he doesn’t have to deal with his grief.
I manage to get through some of the paperwork that’s been on my desk for over a week now.
When thoughts of where Wren is start to consume me, I push the paperwork aside and stop pretending I can continue working.
Leaning back in my chair, the thought of her being in the clubhouse with me filters through my head.
I think of all the places I can fuck her that’s not out in the open for anyone else to see her.
No one gets to see Wren when she’s naked.
Shaking my head, I have to get rid of these damn thoughts.
I’ve already been with Wren. It’s not gonna happen again.