Chapter 39
CHAPTER
THIRTY-NINE
WRATH
Chassis sits in the back seat of the pickup truck, her shit packed and loaded into the bed, while I drive. Dare sits shotgun, which I don’t quite understand, but I also don’t ask him. Maybe he’s giving her her space. Her entire life is about to change. Then again, so is Dare’s.
We stayed the night at the clubhouse last night.
By the time we got all of Chassis’s shit loaded up and dealt with all the information we needed from Cake, it was already dark.
Chassis was exhausted, I was starving, and Dare seemed to want to hang out.
Maybe he wasn’t ready to go back home and answer all of the questions.
Because there are going to be questions. Millions of them. Nobody fucking knows about this except me, Cake, and him. The decision was made in our office, and then the three of us left. Dare and I in my truck, Cake on his bike. And that was that.
Now it’s time for me to get back to the clubhouse. I’ve got an event center to burn down and make look like an accident. And Dare has to announce his new woman. And then, in a few months, he’s going to have to announce the pregnancy.
And there will be a hell of a lot of questions on that, too.
Flicking my gaze down to the gas gauge, I decide to top off before we make it into town. That way, I don’t have to worry about it when I need to go somewhere again. Pulling into the gas station, I hop out and begin to pump the fuel.
Shifting my gaze to the back seat, I notice that Chassis is asleep against the window, and then I hear Dare climb out of the truck as well, closing the door. I watch as he walks around the front of the pickup, stopping near me.
“You gonna tell everyone the baby is yours?” I ask.
These are things I need to know if this is going to be believable. I can’t fuck this up. Granted, she did post that shit on social media, but she was at least smart enough not to post who the father was, so at least there can be a sense of speculation.
“We discussed it last night,” he murmurs. “I’m her protector, the father of her child, and as far as anyone knows, she’s my woman.”
“But?” I ask.
“That’s all. She’s twenty-seven years younger than me, Wrath. She doesn’t want to be with me. This is for protection and stability. I’ll give that to her and be a father to her kid. It’s my last chance at that, so I’m going for it.”
I dip my chin in a single nod. I’m not sure how to respond to that. It’s not my business what he does, or how he does it. The whole point of this lifestyle is a safe place, a nonjudgmental place—a free place.
“Then you’ll be her safe person, and the club will be her safe space. We’ll all protect her.”
I know that her dad’s club could do the same, but that’s going to be one of the first places that Russian mobster looks for her.
Granted, we’re closer than Prescott is to Vegas, but in that same breath, once her name changes, it’s going to take him a bit longer to find her. And then what? She’ll be married.
It’s the safest plan. Cake was right to come to us, even if it’s a wild fucking idea, and it could still start a war or possibly some kind of bullshit that we’ll have to deal with, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
“What about sex?” I ask. “You discuss that?”
He grunts, narrowing his gaze, then flicks his attention to the gas station awnings’ ceiling before he shifts it back down to meet my own. He clears his throat, leveling me with a gaze, and I watch him for a long moment in silence, the only sound being the gas that’s filling my truck.
“Discreet,” he murmurs. “Only clubwhores for me. And for her, as long as nobody in the club sees or finds anything out, I told her she could do her thing.”
That’s a better man than I could be. Then again, if they aren’t fucking one another, there’s no reason for them not to fuck others. I almost ask him why he doesn’t just do her, considering they’re about to get married, but I decide against it.
This is their arrangement, their business.
And I’m going to stay the fuck out of it. The pump finishes, and I begin to put the truck back to straights—so we can finish the half-hour drive home.
“She’s beautiful, though,” Dare adds. “Which is why I need to stay away from her.”
As much as I want to ask him what he means by that, I decide against it. It’s not my fucking business. As far as I’m concerned, she is now his old lady and nothing else.
“She is,” I agree with him, because she is that.
If nothing else, Chassis is a hot piece to have on your arm, even if you’re not doing her.
Although it seems like that’s just a fucking waste to me.
I plan on doing Elodie a lot… and soon. But this isn’t about that.
This is about protection and freedom. I’m not going to get in the middle of any of it.
I’ll stay in my lane until there’s a reason not to.
“Let’s go home,” I mutter.
Dare jerks his chin wordlessly before he turns and heads straight for the passenger seat. Once I’ve answered the fifteen fucking questions the gas pump asks me, I climb into the driver’s seat, start the engine, and we’re gone.
It doesn’t take us long to get to the clubhouse. When we arrive, I lift my hand in a wave to the gate guard. His gaze instantly lands on the sleeping woman in the back seat, and I watch as his brows rise in question. He won’t get the answer, at least not right now.
The gate opens, and I move forward, only stopping when I’m in the parking lot.
It’s still light out, and I look down at the clock, surprised to see that it’s only four in the afternoon.
Turning the engine off, I open my car door and climb out.
Standing at the front of the truck, I decide to go in and shower before I hunt down Elodie.
It’s time for me to figure out exactly how pissed she is at me and what I need to do to rectify that. I assume a few orgasms will take care of it all. It feels like it’s been a lifetime since I was inside her sweet cunt, and I’m jonesing for another taste.
And I’m going to have it tonight.