Page 23 of Broken
I take a bite of the bacon, as seductively as possible when it comes to cooked meat.
He’s fighting it, but soon he starts to laugh. Placing the plate on the nightstand, I curl my finger at him. “Come here.”
He hesitates but only for a minute. When he walks over to the side of the bed my hands grab the T-shirt he is wearing. Every part of me is scared and excited all at the same time. As I pull him toward me he climbs onto the bed, hovering over me.
“What are you doing, Izzy?” Max watches me, his eyes on fire.
“I-I don’t know.” I lace my fingers through his hair, pulling his face close to mine. “I just know that I want to be close to you. I want to kiss you. I want you to hold me close because it’s the only time when I’m not constantly thinking about everything that’s wrong in my life, or unknown. I just want you.”
His mouth crashes into mine and he steals the breath from my body. Being with Max makes me feel whole somehow like he is what I have always been missing.
“I think I can make that happen,” he whispers as his lips press against my neck.
We spend the rest of the day in bed, watching movies and talking. I asked him about his family once, but he froze and for a little bit things were awkward. It faded and I decided that was a topic I’d stay away from for the time being.
We are looking at takeout menus to order dinner from when his phone rings. He jumps up to answer it, and I watch his face drop as he listens to whoever is on the other line. When he shoves it back in his pocket he seems angry.
“We need to go. Get dressed.”
“Why? Who was that?” I stand up.
“Just get dressed.” He takes his bag out and starts to put all his clothes in it before doing the same to mine. I can only watch him, knowing whatever is going on can’t be good.
“Talk to me.”
“I can’t.” His voice is hard. “I just need you to get dressed.” He goes into the bathroom and comes out with handfuls of my toiletries.
I grab the pants and shirt he left out and head into the bathroom.
Who the hell could that have been on the phone and why would it make him act like that?
Looking in the mirror, my eyes look watery.
Suck it up.
I walk out of the bathroom and right past him. If he is going to treat me like this then I certainly won’t be nice to him. The ride is just as awkward. Max hasn’t looked at me once. I want to ask him why, but he seems completely closed off.
Once we park at the clubhouse, he just sits there. “Are you gonna get out?” I look over at him.
“You go. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I let out a groan of frustration before jumping down from the truck and walking inside. Torch is standing there and looks behind me expectantly, waiting for Max.
“He’s coming in a few minutes.” My voice is full of mockery.
I hear the door open and know that it’s Max. Torch’s head bobs between the two of us before he laughs. “You’re fucked, Lady.” He walks away, and we follow him.
I’m taken to the same room where they questioned me and Officer Murray took my fingerprints yesterday. Twisted is standing in the front of the room, his face completely unreadable. I sit down on the only chair near him.
“Officer Murray called. He got a hit on your fingerprints. Brick ran your name, and we put all the pieces together,” he says and then looks up at me. “We know who you are.”
I gasp, not expecting that.
“You’re my sister.”
Holy shit.
