Page 11 of Reckless
Chapter Four
Wrench
I looked in Carly's file and found her address. I wanted to go to her yesterday after she left, but Pres assigned me a bunch of bullshit work as a punishment.
Pulling up to the apartment building, I switch off my bike. Before I even climb off, Carly comes out the front door. Her eyes are trained to the ground, and she looks like something is wrong. Every instinct inside of me wants to fix whatever it is that's bothering her.
I turn on the bike letting the engine roar beneath me. Carly jumps at the sound and looks up. After a minute she walks over to me. “What are you doing here Jaxon?”
“First of all, babe, no one calls me that anymore. Sure I like hearing you screamin’ it but outside of my bed it’s Wrench.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Second, where are you going and what’s wrong?”
"It's none of your business." She turns to walk away, but I grab her arm and give it a tug, landing her in my lap.
My fingers grasp her chin, tilting her head so she's looking at me. "That's where you're wrong, babe. You are my business, and eventually, you will be mine."
I pull her lips to mine. Hoping that I can somehow make that true.
I need to find a way around the rule the club has.
When I pull away from her, the desire in her eyes makes my dick hard.
"I can't do this with you," she says, but I don't believe a damn word of it. "I have somewhere I need to be."
She moves to get up, but I hold her in place. "I'll take you."
“No.”
It's all she says, but her tone is weak, and I can hear the need in it. "Yes." I stand her up and hand her the extra helmet I brought.
She shakes her head. "No, you shouldn't come, and even if you did, I need my car."
“Babe, I’m coming one way or another. Rather have you on my bike though. What’s going on?”
She sighs before looking at me again. “I need to go pick up some of my things at my ex’s house.” Her voice is weak and laced with pain.
Whoever the fucker is, I want to shove my fist down his throat just from the way her demeanor changed at the mention of him. I shut my bike off and grab her hand. "Let's go get your shit." I don't wait for a response, and when we get to her car, I grab the keys from her hand. Opening the passenger door, she climbs in, I slide behind the wheel and adjust the mirrors laughing at the difference in our heights. “Okay, tell me where I’m going.”
She rattles off an address and I know the neighborhood it's in. Just outside the city but close enough to come in whenever you need something. She doesn't say anything the entire ride, but it's almost like I can feel her anxiety building as I get closer to the house. Turning down her street, her hands start to wring in her lap, and my grip on the wheel tightens to the point that my knuckles are white.
I stop the car, and she doesn't move, looking over at her it's like she isn't even there. "Carly?"
She jumps at the sound of my voice, turning my way, her eyes are filled like she might start crying at any moment. “Yeah, okay.” It’s all she says before reaching for the door handle and getting out.
I hope this fucker isn’t home because I’m ready to kick his ass.
The steps creak as I follow her to the door. Before she can even knock it opens and I immediately recognize the asshole that opens it.
Tony Benson.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in.” He smirks at Carly not even looking my way.
She doesn't say anything to him as her shoulders slump, and I see all the fight she has drain from her body.
“Watch your mouth, asshole. You won’t get another warning.” My tone is clipped and barely steady as I try to keep myself from pulling my gun and ending him right here.
I knew from that first day he would hurt her. Seeing how she is with him, it’s like he destroyed her. Her gaze hasn’t left the floor since we got here.
“Excuse me? Who the fuck are—“ A cocky ass smile crosses his face. “Peters? You really traded down huh?” He looks back to Carly who still hasn’t moved.
