Chapter 14 #2
I love you, bitch. Call me later.
Pocketing my phone, I headed downstairs to see Reaper waiting at the door. I followed him out and he led me to his bike at the gatehouse.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked me, handing me a helmet.
“The ride or seeing Trey?”
He gave me one of his unique one eyebrow raised looks and I chuckled. “I need to do this. I don’t want him to find out about us from someone else.”
“I can tell him.”
“I think it needs to be me, Wyatt.”
He nodded, putting his helmet on just as I did mine.
I climbed on behind him, holding him tight as he drove out through the gates and through the forest. I knew this place was called The Devil’s Wilderness and I loved that.
It didn’t take long before we were pulling up at a little cabin deep in the woods.
I never would have known this place was here.
It was totally remote.
Climbing off the bike, I moved up the steps of the cabin and knocked on the door. Reaper was at my back, tension coming off him in waves.
The door opened and a biker I didn’t know the name of smiled at us. “Come in. He’s in his room.”
I nodded, throwing a look over my shoulder at Reaper, before I headed down the hallway and toward the end bedroom. It was the only door that was closed.
Knocking once, then twice. The door opened, and Trey smiled at me, pulling me into his arms for a hug I didn’t realise I needed until right now.
“I’m surprised they let you come here to see me,” he said, sitting down on his bed. I closed the door behind me and sat down next to him. “I’m in exile after all.”
“You’re in protective custody, Trey.”
He sighed. “I know. I’m just so fucking bored. So I’m guessing your jailbreak didn’t work. I heard my dad’s bike outside.”
“How did you know it was his?”
He shrugged. “Who else would come here?”
“I wanted to see you. I miss seeing your face.”
He smiled at that, and I loved that I could still elicit that from him. Maybe he was going to hate me for what I had to tell him, but I needed him to know it from me.
“Are you eating properly?” he queried, his brows knitting together in concern.
“Yes, Dad. I am. Thanks for asking.”
He rolled his eyes, but we both knew that he had been the one keeping me on a solid diet and not letting old habits rise up again. Just as I had been the one making sure he didn’t overdose or throw up in his sleep when he drank too much.
I suddenly realised how hard Trey’s alcoholism must have hit Reaper given his past, but Trey had no idea about that. I wonder what he would think if he knew. Maybe he would understand his dad more if he knew.
But it wasn’t my place, and I understood that.
“I also wanted to come and see you to tell you something.”
He laid down on his bed, tucking his hands behind his head and looking up at me with a smirk. “You’re sleeping with my dad.”
“What? How did you know that?”
“Well, firstly because you look like you’re about to throw up, and secondly, I can smell him on you. Only he can wear that heady whiskey infused cologne and get away with it. You, little Ro, cannot. You need to shower next time.”
I threw a pillow at him, to which he dodged and laughed.
“Are you seriously okay with it?”
“I mean, it’s a little weird,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“But I can see how you would like someone like him. And I mean, you are hot for a woman, so I get it. I just…Ro, he doesn’t do relationships.
He never has. I don’t want him to hurt you, and then you stop talking to me.
Even after everything, you have every right to. ”
“Yeah, I figured he wouldn’t. But it’s just sex. It’s not like I’m going to fall in love with the guy.”
Too late, my brain screamed. I already knew I was falling for Reaper, and after he admitted everything to me, I knew it was going to hurt when he finally got sick of me.
“Good, because I definitely am not going to call you Stepmum.”
I slapped his chest, earning myself a laugh, as we continued to talk about everything going on with Frankie and the club.
It felt good to talk with him again, like all the bad shit didn’t exist. Even though I knew it did, and I knew this was just a bandaid over everything that had transpired.
I knew this was going to blow back in my face at some point, but for now, as I laid back on Trey’s bed, and talked about everything, it felt peaceful.
And I hadn’t had that in a long time.
Reaper
Knight sat at the table, his expression grim. As I watched my woman go and talk to my son about our relationship, I sat down with him.
“Speak.”
“Trojan thinks they’re gearing up for an attack on the clubhouse. Maybe the girl should stay here.”
“No, she stays with me.”
He nodded, but I could tell it was eating at him.
“Trojan will spell you. Tonight, I want you to go to the Pit with your brother and Shadow. I wanted Mav to go, but he’s nowhere in sight today.”
Knight frowned. “It could be his family.”
Shaking my head, “No, he would have told me. He’s been disappearing a lot these past few days. I’ve not had my head in the game, but I have noticed, as has Shadow.”
Knight shrugged. “I’m happy to go, prez. Trey doesn’t do much aside from sleep and bitch about microwavable meals.”
“Maybe you should cook him something then,” I said. “You aren’t in a frat house. This cabin has a fully kitted out kitchen. Cherry can make deliveries of food whenever you want.”
“You want a gourmet meal, send me a chef, prez. I ain’t cookin’ for him.”
I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face. “Fine. Stay close to your brother. You know how he gets at the Pit.”
Knight nodded. How two boys who grew up together, and who looked alike, could be so different was beyond me. Knight was the calm to Beast’s storm. Inseparable, and yet, they drove each other insane.
When Trey and Rowan both appeared, I could see no ill will toward me, which was good.
“Trey,” I acknowledged him with a nod. “You good?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for letting her come.”
It was my turn to nod now.
“Well this was awkward and everything but I think we should go,” Rowan said, edging toward the door. I held her hand, watching Trey cast a gaze over the affection.
“What did he say?”
“As long as I don’t ask him to call me Stepmum, he doesn’t care.”
I snorted, helping her with the door, and heading outside after her. Trey joined us, but Rowan left us to talk.
“Are you really okay with this?” I asked him, low enough she wouldn’t hear me.
“You hurt her, and I don’t care if you’re my dad, the prez of your MC or the goddamn King of England. I will kill you.”
Coming from Trey, that was powerful, but I could see where he was coming from. He was protecting her.
I nodded at him, unable to give him any assurances. He’d seen me over the years, unable to hold down a relationship. He knew I was shit at it. But I didn’t want to be for her.
For her, I wanted to conquer it all.
How do you tell your son that?
“It won’t be much longer, Trey, then you can have your life back.”
Before he could respond, I moved toward the bike and jumped on, pulling Rowan into my back and heading back to the clubhouse. Trey’s warning pounding in my mind.
She deserves better.