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I don’t know what Road is to me, but it would be so much easier to find out if I could invite him to my place sometimes. Even if we had to hide what happens behind closed doors, I’d love for him to be a part of my life instead of a lurking shadow I dive into when possible.
Road rolls onto his back. “We tried that already. But you’re Grizzly’s nephew. Can’t you get through that thick skull?”
I groan and slide my hand over the taut muscles of his stomach. “Road. He won’t let it go. You need to give him the guy. And if it’s Prophet who killed my brother, find a fucking scapegoat. It has to be done.”
He freezes. “The fuck…?”
I grab his face and force him to look into my eyes. “That’s our reality, no matter how ugly. If you want this to work, we need to get serious.” And I want it to work so badly I’d overlook getting the real killer.
He twists away from my hold. “You just asked me to throw one of my brothers to the wolves. I don’t fucking know what you think aboutyourclub, but those guys are the only real family I have. And yeah, I’ve been lying, seeing you behind their backs, but I would die for each of them!”
It hurts to hear, but maybe for the wrong reasons. I’m jealous of all of them, because I want to be the most important thing to him. And I’m jealous of Road, because I resent half of the guys at my club even if I’d have their backs if push came to shove. I pull away to grab a cigarette from my jeans on the floor.
“So much for trust,” I say bitterly and light my cig without offering him one. “You know who did it, and you won’t even fucking tell me.”
“It’s not like that.”
“What is it like then?” I squint at him as I take a long drag of smoke. “Our thing always comes second, I guess.” I know it’s bitchy to say that, but I’m feeling real fucking vulnerable after letting him fuck me.
He’s so quiet I can practically hear the grinding of my own teeth as we sit in the bed, my thigh in the damn wet spot again. For all the nice things he’s said, he’s damn ready to shove me to the back of the closet, forgotten until one of us wants to get off again.
The crack of his knuckles makes me flinch, but he’s silent, staring at his own hands as if he’s considering twisting my neck with the same hands that held me only moments ago. That would get rid of his problem.
So maybe I am bitter, but is it really so strange to want more?
I’m on the verge of hiding in the bathroom when he speaks, voice dense with tension. “Can’t give you a scapegoat, Clyde.”
I put my cigarette out on the bedside shelf with so much frustration I struggle to breathe. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with him. I would have rather spent my whole life as an unsatisfied mess instead of whatever I am now.
“Why not? I would have done it for you!” I lash out and get up. I’ve already said too much, so I raise my arms to wash my hands of it. “Fine. Forget I said anything. Let’s just… do what we’re doing until one of us ends up dead.”
“It was me. I killed him.”
Chapter 27
Clyde
Roadwon’tevenmeetmy eyes, but it’s as if he grabbed a sledgehammer and slammed it into my face. My heartbeat speeds up. I don’t want to believe it, so I stare at him, looking for any sign of lying.
“You’re covering for someone,” I say. That’s the only thing that makes sense. Now I regret putting out my cigarette, because he’s still like a statue, and I know he’s telling the truth.
“I’m not,” he says and reluctantly meets my gaze, opening and clenching his fists. “I beat him up, then put the noose around his neck and watched him die. And then I got into the crane and pulled his carcass all the way up.”
I’m gonna be sick. I watch him, so startled I feel hot and cold at the same time. “What the fuck?” I utter, taking a step back, painfully aware of how naked I am. I bared myself to him, and now he’s telling me he…
Road fills his lungs with air and moves closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, both feet firmly on the floor. The atmosphere has shifted, and now even the tacky bedding seems like yet another element of my worst nightmare.
“You want trust? This is me trusting you. I killed Roy.”
Heat strikes my face as I watch him in disbelief. And even now, as my fists fill with fury, I know I won’t give him up to my club, and I hate myself for it.
“Jesus fucking Christ! All this time… You lured me. You pursued me. And then you fuck me. Afterkilling my brother? What is wrong with you!?”
Road stands. “I thought you hated him! So why does that matter?”
I despise the calm with which he says that when I’m about to lose my shit. “Don’t turn this around on me! You had no idea what I thought of him when you humped me like a dog in heat. Who the fuck are you even? Any other skeletons I should know about?” I grab my pants and pull them on because I’m not doing this bare-assed. It’s bad enough that I still have his cum inside me, and I’m pretty sure it keeps slowly dripping out.
“It was meant to be just sex. And we agreed to not discuss clubs,” Road protests, grabbing my forearm, as if he doesn’t want me to get dressed.
