Page 51 of Enemy
“He’s gone,” I say, unable to look him in the eyes, which ends up with my eyes passing over Road’s dick. At least I’m not naked, because my insides feel raw and vulnerable, so any shield from the anger surely coming my way is appreciated.
But Road’s silent. He takes a deep breath, as if about to roar, but instead of going straight for my neck, he rests his hands on his bare hips and shakes his head. “Wow.”
I run my fingers through my messy hair. “Road. You weren’t supposed to be here. From the start, we established no club talk. They’re my family. Grizzly is literally my uncle.”
He snorts, but it sounds bitter rather than amused. “I bet I wasn’t supposed to find out your club’s planning to end the truce, and that you sabotaged our business,” he adds, his voice louder.
My stomach drops because all I want to do is hug him. Put my cheek against his shoulder and go back to bed, but that’s not happening, is it?
“I was outvoted! And I shouldn’t even be telling you this much. I’m struggling to keep everyone happy.”
“Your uncle is their president. You could have done more,” Road says in a hard voice and glares at me. The muscles in his jaw twitch with barely restrained fury. “Didn’t stop you from fucking me!”
I wish he’d punch me instead.
“Like you’re not enjoying yourself!” I spread my arms in frustration. He has no idea about the magnitude of the burden on my shoulders.
“This thing will be real short-lived if we’re all back to planting bombs!”
As I hang my head in frustration, I glance at the scar on his arm where a bone ripped right through. Because of rubble that fell on him aftermybomb exploded.
“I’m trying to give themsomething, Road, without disturbing what we have too much.” It sounds weak even to my ears.
Road’s lips twist, and his eyes darken, like a forest after sundown. Soon, the wolves will be out for my blood.
“And what will that something be this time? Huh? Me? Our prospect? Someone from my community?”
Irrational anger rises inside my chest when I imagine one of the Butchers laying his hands on Road. This is a bad sign. I shouldn’t be protective of him. I shouldn’t care if he’s afraid, worried, or hurting, as long as he’s able to heal and fulfill the role of my convenient sexual outlet. I should be selfish about this, put my own comfort and safety first, but I can’t lie to myself anymore. I don’t know when that happened, but between me trying to get rid of temptation by stabbing him and him crashing into my home to do minor repairs, I began caring about him.
IwantRoad. Not just his body, the wide shoulders and delicious cock he’s always ready to feed me, but his company too.Hiscompany.
I’m so fucked.
The reasonable part of me suggests I should tell him to leave and forget what’s happened between us, but I’m too greedy, too volatile for that.
So I push him, and look into his eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe if you gave up who did it, we could wrap it all up and have peace!”
“‘Didit’?” he asks, and while he doesn’t lash out, his fingers curl around my wrist. I can’t breathe, because of course he doesn’t keep the death of my brother somewhere at the back of his mind. How the hell would he know what I’m talking about.
“Killed my brother! He was their prez. They will not let it go, and we know it must have been one of you. A crow in his open chest? Some crazy symbol carved on his forehead? You gonna tell me it was Satanist teens or some shit?”
Road lifts his chin, watching me as if he wants to make sure I’m reminded of the infuriating difference in our height. One corner of his mouth lifts, and I can’t help but notice how handsome he is. “They, huh?”
I stall, because I haven’t even noticed it’s what I said. The truth is, the months of recovery after hospital kept me away from my club for too long. Sure, they visited, but while they were handling the business, I was seeing more of their old ladies when they brought me food than I did of my brothers.
I pull my hand out of his grip. “You don’t know what the last year has been like for me. I was just your average member, and got thrown in the spotlight like I’m some biker royalty. Roy knew how to handle this shit, but you know what else? He was a shithead, a liar, and a fucking pig, so maybe I don’t miss him all that much.”
I can’t believe I’ve said that to anyone, let alone Roadkill, the fucking Vulture Hollow MC enforcer, but here we are, and my chest is that little bit lighter.
Road swallows, searching my face for evidence of dishonesty, but in the end, he nods. “You can say that again. What did he doto you?”
I step back, unsure if I haven’t already said too much, but it feels so freeing to share this with someone. I might be setting a future trap for myself, but if that’s the case, I already did that when I first kissed him. This man, with his searing gaze and smiles that always hide some kind of mystery, will be the death of me.
I swallow and point to the long scar on my face that goes from my forehead, through the eyebrow, to my cheek. “This? I must have been like ten or something. We watchedThe Lion Kingtogether, and once he decided I’m the ‘bad’ brother, he marked me like Scar.And since our parents weren’t home, no one heard me screaming. That would be just the beginning of the shit he pulled, but of course, since he’sblood,” I say bitterly, “you’re not allowed to question your loya—”
I run out of words when Road cups my face and steps close, examining the scar I’ve had to get over at some point. At the time it happened, Roy was already old enough to understand that cutting someone’s face was not just play, but he did it anyway. Too bad he was always so charming it ended up being forgiven.
“Who’d hurt this face?” Road whispers, stroking his thumb along the mark in my flesh.
