20. Mason
20
Mason
S he’s holding something back. Part of herself, maybe. Or something else. I can’t put my finger on it and I also can’t call her out on it. I’m holding back too. If I ever tell her what really happened the night Collin disappeared, she’d never forgive me.
“I don’t…I don’t want to do anything that might put Charlie in danger.”
“I would never let that happen,” I vow. I’d die before I let anything happen to either of them.
She slowly nods. “I thought we were going to take things slow, though. Figure out what this is.”
“We both know what this is. We’ve always known.”
And I fought it for way too long. No, I don’t want to confuse Charlie, but I always knew if we crossed the line, there would be no going back. And I always knew it was just a matter of time before it happened. I was delusional trying to convince myself otherwise.
“Are you going to tell the club about…about me and Collin?”
“As little as possible.”
“We got a lead on the truck,” Bishop interrupts. He glances between us, putting two and two together. His jaw clenched in anger.
“We’ll finish this discussion later.”
I give Davina a soft kiss on her forehead and head out. I opt to ride with Bishop in the SUV, figuring we need to get this conversation over with. I don’t want this shit to spill over into the club. We have enough fucking problems.
“How long?” Bishop finally asks.
“Not long.”
He shakes his head. “I always knew there was something between the two of you, but you were friends. Only friends. My sister has been through a lot.”
“I’m aware.”
“She has a fucking kid to think about.”
“I love that kid.”
“Well, I love them both. President or not, if you fuck her over, we’re done.”
“Noted.”
I don’t reassure him he has nothing to worry about. Don’t make any promises. I don’t have to. He knows I would never intentionally hurt Davina or Charlie.
But Collin has to go down. If it takes using her as bait to accomplish that, then so be it. None of us will be safe until he’s dead.