Page 14 of Reckless
Chapter Six
Carly
A knock sounds on the door and I laugh knowing it’s probably Jess. She always forgets her key and usually six other things before she actually makes it out of the building.
“You know one day I won’t be here to—” My voice catches in my throat as I open the door and Tony is standing there. My muscles tighten as my whole body goes rigid.
“Cat got your tongue?” he smirks at me.
My heart starts beating at three times its average pace. I can't move, and as much as I want to tell him to go to hell, I can't speak.
"Thought you were cute bringing that piece of fucking biker trash to my house? Just remember I'm the one who threw your ass away. I'm sure in time he'll see what I did and then you'll be all alone again." He laughs, and my stomach turns.
"Y-you need to leave," I stumble over my words, and he smiles at how affected I am by him being here.
Before I can react, his hand reaches up as he takes hold of a handful of my hair, tugging me toward him. I wince, and pain radiates through my entire body like a lightning bolt. "Don't forget that I took care of you for all these years, you fucking owe me, and I can cash in on that shit whenever I damn well feel like it." He releases me with a push, and I fall onto the floor. "Just wanted to remind you of your place. Don't make me have to do it again."
He walks away, and I'm stuck in that place for what feels like forever.
Tony always had a way of intimidating me. Whenever we would argue, he would stand in my way as I tried to walk away from him, or tower over me if I were sitting down. Anything he could do to make me feel as if I were less than him. I hate that he still has that power over me. I hate that he can still make me feel shitty about myself because I know it’s what he thrives on.
I look around almost expecting him to pop out from behind the doorway. I need to get out of here. I grab my purse and send Jess a text that I'm going to the clubhouse to see Jax. I know he said not to come alone, but it really can't be that bad. I'll just let them know I'm waiting for him.
The drive is short, and I thank God for that because my hands are still shaking from everything that happened with Tony. I wrack my brain trying to come up with a good reason to just show up at the clubhouse. I don't want to tell Jax what happened, I know he'll go crazy, and I don't want him to go after Tony. Not that I care what happens to him, but I care what happens to Jax. If he were hurt or anything else because of me, I wouldn't forgive myself.
Pulling up to the gate, I give a wave to the guy standing there. His jacket doesn’t have any patches but I know I saw him the last time I was here. He looks at me for a few seconds before realization crosses his face and he pushes the gate open.
My heart starts to beat faster as I park my car and get out, walking up to the door. Do I knock? Should I just walk in?
"You look lost, and that's dangerous here." A voice sounds from behind me, and I turn to see a brunette with blond highlights. She's smiling at me, and I recognize her as one of the girls that Jess referred to as an old lady. "I'm Izzy."
“Hey, I’m Carly. I’m actually looking for Jax…I mean Wrench.” I quickly correct myself knowing that no one around here calls him by his real name.
She laughs. "The whole road name thing takes some getting used to huh?" I nod, and she opens the door to the clubhouse. "Follow me."
I walk behind her through the door, and the room isn't as crowded as it was the last time I was here. It makes the space feel so much bigger. As I walk, I can feel eyes on me, and I have the urge to cover myself even though I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans.
She stops at the bar against the wall. “Hey, Torch.” One of the guys looks over at her and lifts his chin. “Wrench around?”
“Nah, he just ran out. Should be back in a little though.” His eyes move over to me and go wide, although I have no idea why.
"If you want to, you can hang out here." Izzy smiles at me, and I take a seat. A couple of guys walk up to the bar, and before they even ask for anything, she grabs a few glasses, a bottle of whiskey, and pours them a drink. "So, Cece, why do you look like a lost, injured puppy?"
I look at her completely dumbfounded at how to answer her question. “I uh…I.”
Izzy laughs. "I'm just messing with you. Although you remind me a lot of myself when I first came to the club. Innocent, naive, scared but not wanting to admit it." She cocks an eyebrow at me, and my silence is basically acceptance of everything she just assumed. "Well, don't worry, they aren't half as scary as they seem. Most of them are just big teddy bears, but don't let them know I told you that."
I laugh as she winks at me. “So how long have you been here?”
She glances up like she’s trying to do the math. “A little over four years. My story is a little long and heavy for right now, but I’m with Lady, and Pres is my brother.”
I pull my eyebrows together in confusion. Does that mean she’s gay? I’ve never seen any girl bikers here. “Lady? I didn’t realize— “
"Hold on girl," she laughs, and I just look at her confused at what's so funny. "Lady is over there by the door." I turn around and see two guys who are both about six feet tall. The one with the jacket and patches on is huge and no one I'd ever want to piss off, the other one is dressed in plain clothes. "His name is kind of a long story and mixed up with mine."
I laugh at the fact that this big tough biker is named Lady. I don’t know why the other guys would have done that to him.
“Come take a walk with me girl.” A voice from behind me makes me jump. I turn, seeing Brick standing behind me.
