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He pulled away, leaving me breathless. “Andrea, don’t fucking drag Reaper into this. He doesn’t know who she is. So you can’t kill her.” He looked me in the eye, looking furious but this time his anger wasn’t directed at me. “Threaten her one more time. I fucking dare you.” He hissed into the phone, sounding terrifying.

He was taking her threats seriously. Clearly she was threatening to kill me or physically harm me for being with him. And he wasn’t taking it lightly. He was putting up with her yelling at him. But it seemed as soon as she started to threaten me his temper snapped.

I sighed. There was no point in him getting worked up. “Just tell her you’re sorry,” I said in his ear. “Or just tell her you are with me. She will know then that it’s harmless.”

It was harmless what we were doing. Right? He looked at me like that was last thing he would be doing.

Couldn’t he see he was getting her worked up over nothing? Come tomorrow he would be going back to her.

“Fine, destroy my shit. Go for your life!” he yelled into the phone.

This was ridiculous. I snatched the phone from his ear, catching the beginning of her rant about throwing his shit in one of the pit fires at the clubhouse.

“Hey Andrea, it’s Hannah,” I said into the phone, cutting her off.

“Hannah?”

“Yeah. Look, I roped Brad into looking after me for the night. Sorry he’s in a foul mood. That’s completely my fault.” I pushed Brad’s hand away as he attempted to take the phone.

“So, you’re with him, not some slut?” She was concerned. She must really like him.

“Just me.”

She was silent for a second. She knew I didn’t lie. I heard her sigh. “Tell him I won’t burn his shit. I didn’t mean to put him in a position where he had to pick between you and me.”

“You didn’t. Like I said, I put him in a foul mood.”

“Still, I know how much he cares for you. Tell him I’m sorry.”

“You are his girlfriend, so you come first.” I pushed Brad’s hand away again. “I’ll give Brad back the phone and you two can make up.”

“Thanks, Hannah.” She sounded really relieved.

I covered the end of the phone so she couldn’t hear me. “Be nice. She’s your girlfriend,” I said before handing the phone back to him.

He was glaring at me. He held the phone in his hand for a few seconds before putting it to his ear. He was listening to whatever she was saying.

As much as a large part of me didn’t want it, I knew they had to make up. He cared about her. I knew that. Brad didn’t waste time with people he didn’t care about. He didn’t use girls. He would only sleep with ones he had feelings for. And he would always show he cared for her too from protecting her from other members, to fixing her car or supporting them financially. That was Brad for you. You could always count on him. So it didn’t matter what I felt for him. At the end of the day he had a woman like Andrea who wanted to be with him, and a part of him wanted to be with her.

As much as I hated it, I accepted it. I guess that’s the core factor of love, isn’t it? Letting someone you really love go to lead a better life.

Because what sort of life could I offer him? I couldn’t be his girlfriend or woman. Dad would never allow that. And Brad wouldn’t want that. As if he would want some underage teenager. And on top of that, even if he did want me, if there was such a miracle, well, there was another reason for us not to be together. And that was that I had cancer.

I couldn’t offer him anything.

So I hoped he was taking my advice and making up with a woman he could have a future with.

He held my eyes and I saw anger. “Hannah will always come first.” He was still holding my eyes and what I saw the most surprised me. I saw honesty. Like he really meant I would always come first. “Now get the fuck out of my room.” With that said he hung up and dropped the phone on the table.

I was slightly taken back by what he’d said but more with how he ended that call. “Geez, you really know how to treat a girl.” I looked at him, slightly stunned. The Brad I knew wasn’t rude. He sure as hell wasn’t mean. “She could have taken you seriously.”

“I was serious.”

“Brad, you can’t seriously put me first. That’s ridiculous. I’m just someone you have to put up with.”

His angry eyes narrowed at me. “You really think that’s all you mean to me?”

There was a knock at the door which gave me the perfect excuse to avoid his question. Of course that’s what I thought. I didn’t understand why he was kissing me to begin with. Kissing me like I was important. Kissing me like I wasn’t some nobody. Kissing me like I was his.

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