Everything in my path becomes my punching bag. My fists ache and bleed but I can’t stop. I’ve never felt this kind of rage and anger before. The thought of snapping her neck was almost too much for me to walk away from earlier. She’s lucky I did.
“Calm down,” Grave orders but I can’t stop myself. I break every piece of glass in sight. “I mean it, Preacher!” This time the authority in his voice stops me. I slowly turn to face him, sweat dripping down my temples.
“I’m so fucked. I fucked this club!” I roar.
“She fucked this club,” Psycho adds. Fuck him. This isn’t all her fault. I was there. I decided to drink as much as I did. I could have stopped.
“Say one more word, motherfucker,” I warn him as my hand clenches and I take a step toward him.
“Don’t even fuckin’ tell me you have feelins for that girl,” Grave says. I turn my gaze to his before flipping him off.
“I don’t feel shit. I just can’t let her take the full blame for this shit. I was there. I could have stopped.” That fact alone pisses me off. I could have sworn she was drunk. She is a good fucking actress, that much I know.
“We need to think about this. Can we get an annulment?” Grave asks and I shrug. What the fuck do I know about that stuff? It’s not like I’ve ever been married before.
“Let’s get Mystic to check shit out. Are we sure it’s even legal?” Psycho asks next.
“I don’t fuckin’ know, brother. I was wasted.”
“Let me get on this. For now, just keep it quiet. We don’t need word gettin’ out to Enzo. Go rest. You look like shit,” Grave adds, motioning to the door. I roll my shoulders and head out of the office. As soon as I step out, Freak comes my way.
“She okay?”
“She’s fine. Scared though.” I give him a nod but that isn’t my problem. She should be scared. She fucked us all and now she’s sitting in her own enemy’s clubhouse. Strolling down the hall, I shove Hope, a club whore off me when she tries to wrap her arms around me. I don’t care that she’s pissed and cursing me out. I need sleep and to think. Or maybe I need to get my ass drunk and figure this shit out. Opening the door to my room, I step in and close it, locking it behind me. That’s when I see her. Curled into a ball in the middle of the bed, she looks so damn small. I can understand her reasoning for doing what she did. She went about it all wrong but that doesn’t change the fact that she doesn’t want to marry that asshole.
Shrugging out of my cut, I lay it over the dresser before kicking my boots off. As happy as I am to be back home, I’m worried about what’s going to happen now. Reaching over my shoulder, I pull my shirt off and toss it to the floor before moving to my jeans next. I could use a shower but I’m too damn tired to deal with anything else right now. I climb in the bed, pulling the blanket up over both of us. With a sigh, I reach out and brush the hair away from her face. I can tell she’s been crying.
“Why didn’t you just talk to me?” I ask, knowing that she can’t hear me. She’s sound asleep. What would that have changed though? Would I really have helped her more than just hiding her? My head’s a mess and I don’t know how to clear it. I’m still beyond pissed but looking at her face, I can’t find it in myself to hate her.
Sleep never comes. I’ve lain here for hours and nothing. I climb out of bed, grabbing a pair of sweatpants before heading out of the room careful not to wake Gaia. Walking into the kitchen, I grab a bottle of water before sitting at the counter.
“Couldn’t sleep?” I look up when I hear Loralai. Shaking my head, she comes in and grabs a bottle, filling it with water and adding powder for Faith. I extend my arms and she happily passes her to me. Looking down at the tiny person in my arms makes me think. It makes me realize what’s important in life. Family is. That’s it. There is nothing more to it.
“She’s so damn cute,” I mumble, watching as she sucks on her tiny hand.
“She looks like her dad,” Loralai responds.
“That she does.”
“You okay? Bryce told me what happened.” I raise my head and lock eyes with her, slightly pissed that the bastard actually told her. What the fuck part of keep that shit to ourselves didn’t he understand? Nevertheless, this is Loralai we’re talking about. She isn’t going to tell anyone.
“Yeah, well, he has a big fuckin’ mouth.”
“He’s just worried about you,” she adds. I nod and look back down at Faith.
“I know. I just… I fucked up so bad this time. I didn’t think.”
“Maybe it was meant to be. You never know what life is going to throw our way, Preacher. Look at me,” she adds with a shrug. I nod my head, but I know this isn’t what my life was supposed to be. Faith starts crying, and that’s my cue to return her to her mother. Loralai smiles when I stand and pass her back.
“Thanks, darlin’.” She smiles and walks out of the room as I move out behind her. Heading back to my room, my eyes lock with Gaia’s. She sits in the bed, her knees pulled to her chest. I want to hate her. I want to yell at her, but I don’t know what the fuck to say to her. So I don’t say anything. I walk past the bed and into the bathroom to turn the shower on.
“You can’t keep ignoring me,” she says behind me.
“I can if I want to,” I remind her.
“Preacher, come on. I said I was sorry. What do you want from me?” I turn to her, anger seeping back into my veins.
“What I want? Right now, I want my cock sucked,” I tell her with a smirk. Gaia takes a step back and I counter her move.
“You can’t keep forcing me to do things,” she says, sounding unsure of her own words.
“I can and I will. I told you, you wanted to be my wife, now deal with what comes with it.” Her eyes fill with tears as I reach for her. Grabbing her wrist, I jerk her toward me, her body colliding with mine. Heat simmers below the surface of my flesh, begging for some kind of relief. I won’t deny that I feel an attraction to Gaia. That isn’t the point though. She fucked me over. She fucked me up and now I have to make her realize her mistake in doing that. My lips come closer to her neck and she shudders.
“Please, Preacher.”
“Please what? Please bend you over and fuck you against my counter? Please let you suck my cock? What do you want?”
“Just leave me alone,” she whispers, causing me to laugh. Not a chance in hell. She brought this on herself. Running my knuckles down her cheek, I let my hand slowly wrap around her throat. Her eyes widen as I drag her back into the bathroom with me. I spin us a round, pushing the door closed before lowering my lips to her cheek.
“You smell so fuckin’ good,” I whisper against her cheek.
“Preacher.”
“Take your clothes off,” I growl, releasing the hold I have on her. I shove her back a step so that she has room to remove her clothes. I drag my sweatpants off and kick them to the side with my boxers as I watch her. Grabbing my cock in my hand, I slowly stroke it. Her eyes follow my hand as I keep moving it. I watch as her cheeks turn pink and she slowly begins to remove her clothes. Her shirt comes off first. She slowly slips her bra off next, then her shorts. When she’s standing there in nothing, I move. Wrapping my hand in the back of her hair, I drag her mouth to mine, kissing her hard. When I pull back, I growl once more.
“You’re makin’ me crazy.”
“Please,” she whispers once more, her body arching into me. I want to give her everything, I want to take it all away. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.