Page 65 of Property of Camo

With that he walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my confused and conflicted thoughts.

Damn the man for making this hard. Why couldn’t he have just given in and let us be together before all the emotional pain he caused?

I close my eyes and let his parting words sink in but they are interrupted by a deep voice that would have women orgasming over the phone just listening to it.

“Do you need anything?” I peel my eyes open, taking in the striking man who is Thorin, the club’s resident vampire.

He is well over six-feet tall with dark buzz cut hair, and dark stubble that adds to his attraction like his muscles and tattoos.

Shaking my head at him, he gives me a chin lift, and I expect him to leave but he stays rooted to the spot, looking at me like I am a bug under a microscope.

“What?”

“We both know that my brother is a stubborn prick, but he did genuinely think that he was doing what was best keeping you at arm’s length. Now before you jump down my throat, I do not ever condone what he did that day at the clubhouse, but his rage controlled his actions. He still has not talked about it, so that isbetween you both. Maybe you both need time to talk and learn to move on.”

“I am not sure that I can, Thorin.” I sigh in defeat. “I need to sleep.”

He nods in understanding.

“Holler if you need anything.” With that he leaves and once again, I am alone with my thoughts.

Rage and anger might have powered Camo that day, but he could have pulled away from the club girl, or at least looked remorseful but instead, he added fuel to the fire with his words and actions.

I am not sure I can forgive him for what he has done, but I do agree with Thorin, Camo and I do need to talk.

Right now my main focus is on healing, and wanting to see Clark. I need to see my besties, my family.

They are the glue that holds me together.

23

Camo

Ihide my smirk when is see how grumpy Skyla is looking.

She is currently sitting on the new sofa I bought when I was told she was being released from the hospital. She spent five days in hospital, before being released home, and now her body is surrounded by pillows that Delaney got for her so she would be comfortable.

While Skyla was kept in the hospital for five days after her attack, Clark is still there, due to the severity of his injuries.

Cotton and the brothers have been out looking for Aston’s stepfather, but the cunt has gone underground. Even Tate has been searching, to no avail. Last we heard, some trolls were hiding him, but his time will come.

Watching her smile talking to Delaney makes my fucking heart ache, knowing that her smile is for someone else and not me. I know that I hurt her, and she is guarded after what I did, but I will do any-fucking-thing to get her to forgive me so we can move on.

It's not going to be easy, because like me, Skyla is stubborn, but I'm fucking determined to earn back her trust, step by step.

My soul depends on it. Never would I have thought that I would find someone like her. Of course I fucking knew I had a mate out there but there is no better woman than Skyla in my eyes, which is why I know that I fucked up so badly.

Seeing her on the sofa, healing from her ordeal, I realize just how vulnerable and fragile she is. The thought of her being hurt makes my blood boil and I want to rip anyone apart who dares try again.

Skyla might not be ready to forgive me, but I'll be damned if she depends on anyone else but me when she needs something. She is mine and it will be me that gets her what she needs.

"Hey, baby," I say, stopping at her side. “Do you need anything?”

She looks up at me, her pissed-off emotion showing clearly on her face because she does not want to be here.

“From you? No,” she scoffs, her brow dipped, her lips pressed tightly together.

I chuckle, flicking my wrist to Delaney, telling her to move over because I want to be close to my woman.

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