Page 153 of Injustice and Absolution

“No. I will never fucking understand this.” She points her finger back and forth between us. “You’re both fucking dead to me. Stay out of my life.”

Backing up, she turns and runs to the four-wheeler she arrived on. I try to hurry after her, but Royce tightens his grip around my fist and pulls me against him.

“No, kitten. Let her go.”

Turning, I bury my head in his chest at the same time as a sob breaks free. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy telling her about us, but I thought we’d have more time. I thought we could ease her into the idea rather than smack her in the face with it.

“This is all my fault. I forgot to lock the door when I came home earlier. If I had, this never would have happened.”

He rubs my back, attempting to ease my sorrow.

“I’m sorry, Delilah. So fucking sorry.”

Sniffling, I back away from him and wipe away the moisture from my cheeks.

“It’s not your fault.” I stare at my tear-soaked fingers as I speak. “God, I’m so fucking sick of crying.”

With one arm under my knees and the other around my back, Royce lifts me and we return to the house. Balancing my ass on his knee, he removes one hand and locks the door this time. Then he continues his path to the bedroom.

“If I have my way, kitten…” he lays me down on the bed and covers me with his body. “You’ll never cry another tear as long as you live.”

Claiming my lips, he kisses me with all the promise behind his words. He reaches down and pulls the towel away from his dried body before bringing himself up onto his knees.

Gripping the T-shirt I’m wearing between his strong hands, he rips it in two then pulls it from my body.

“Now...” His eyes find mine and bore into the deepest pits of my soul. “Where were we?”

Sinking into me, Royce spends the next several hours distracting me from my sorrow.

Claiming me.

Worshiping me.

Completing me.

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

ROYCE

Ifelt like shit for causing the scene that unfurled between Delilah, Maggie, and me earlier.

So much so that even after hours of showing Delilah how sorry I was, I still harbored anger and aggression at my stupidity for not locking the door behind me when I got home.

I should have known Maggie would be on high alert, waiting for us to get back from Harrisburg. She’s been chomping at the bit, seeking a status update on Delilah. Especially after witnessing the manner in which I removed her from the clubhouse.

On the drive to Spotlight, Draven told me Maggie questioned him all day, wanting to know if he’d heard anything. But by the time I got home, I had one single thought on my mind and nothing else.

Sinking inside of Delilah again.

It stole away every ounce of brain power I normally possess.

My two-year long infatuation has turned into my new reality. Now that she’s mine and I can have her any fucking time I want her—day or night—I plan to take full advantage of it.

But my distraction brought her pain. So tonight, I’m working through my anger as I bring Drew’s stay here to an end. Delilah deserves my time, not this asshole, and I refuse to split it between the two.

With all my brothers surrounding me, I begin Drew’s final round of torture.

“Hey, asshole.” Slapping his bruised, blood-stained cheek, I startle him, but he’s still not fully awake. “You’ve been begging me to kill you for a week. You finally ready to die?”

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