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I scramble out of the car. He climbs over into the driver’s seat and shuts it off. In an instant, he’s out of the car and forcing me against it. The realization of what I was about to do hits me and I break down in a panic. This is the second time I could have killed him.How could I forget he was in the car with me?
“What the fuck, Raven? You could have gotten us killed!”
He’s angry. He has every right to be. I deserve more than his anger, more than the shouting. I cringe, closing in on myself as he goes off on me.
“I’ve tried. I’ve triedsohard but no matter what I do, it’s not enough. Is that what you want, huh? To die? You want to leave –?”
He reels in whatever he was going to say, fisting his hands at his sides. The icy eyes are back and this time, they’re directed at me. I might as well be dead because I can’t bear for him to look at me like that.
“Get the fuck in the car.Now.”
***Gage***
The way I’m gripping the steering wheel, I’m surprised it hasn’t snapped in two. That stunt she just pulled has me wanting to go on a rampage and kill everyone in sight. Fuck me. When did she get to this stage? Being sad is one thing, but suicidal? Her fucking therapist is about to get reamed a new asshole. Fucking bitch could have said something. Shit.
When we get back to the clubhouse, I drag her out of the car and to the bedroom. Everyone stares as we pass, but no one says a word. I slam the door and throw her down on the bed. She’d been crying quietly in the car but begins to sob now.
“Why are you crying?” I know I’m being an asshole, but I’m too mad to care. “I’ve had it, Raven. I can’t do this anymore. That little stunt is the last straw.”
“I’m sorry,” she chokes out.
I don’t want to hear it. I need to get away from her before I make things worse than I probably already have. I leave and head straight to the bar. Britney is tending again and slides me a beer.
“Give me a bottle of Jack,” I growl.
She fills a shot glass, refilling it the second I knock it back.
“Rough night?”
“Just give me the bottle if you’re going to fucking talk.”
She pushes it in my direction and moves to the other end of the bar. Both Chopper and E show up, one on either side.Great.Raven’s fan club.
“Shit happened, it’s none of your business, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
E backs off, but Chopper doesn’t. I didn’t expect him to.
“If you hurt that girl,” he warns, “you’ll answer to me.”
He leaves me with that threat. Staring at the club logo on the wall, I take a swig straight from the bottle. I’m out of ideas. I just don’t know what to do anymore. What Idoknow is I’m going to finish this bottle. I hope to God it’s enough to make me stop thinking, stop remembering, stop feeling.
Britney comes back, this time on the other side of the bar. She places her hand on my thigh, slowly sliding it up.
“Let me make you feel better,” she whispers.
I glance over at her, and she’s biting into her plump, red lip. Idoremember them being wrapped around my dick. She grabs it, stroking me through my jeans. I’m a man. That being said, when a woman touches my dick, it’s going to get hard. She smiles, her ministrations becoming more vigorous.
“Come on, Gage. Let me take care of you.”
Fuck. Why the hell not? It’s Christmas Day and I haven’t seen or touched a pussy in months. Fuck it.I grab her hand and pull her along behind me. More than a few disapproving looks are thrown my way, but those motherfuckers know better than to open their mouths. Raven’s not my old lady, so I can do whatever the fuck I want. I take Britney to my office and she drops to her knees in front of me as I sit in my chair. I watch her as she works on my button and zipper. She actually looks excited, and she should be—she’s getting the privilege of sucking my dick. She strokes it, licking her lips as she leans forward. I place my hand on top of her head to stop her so I can put on a condom, and I see the letters inked into the skin of my knuckles.Fucking hell.I push her away, thinking I can’t even get some head without being reminded of her. Britney gasps, staring at me in confusion.
“I changed my mind. Get out.”
“But –”
“I said get out!”
As she shuffles out, I move to the couch, forcing my dick back into my jeans. I drag a hand over my face then gaze down at the half-empty bottle of Jack.
