Page 34 of Stone
“Yes,” he admits without hesitation and my chest squeezes.
“And you wear your wedding ring every day?” I confirm, and he lifts his left hand with pride, showing off the black band, and I try my hardest not to choke.
Damn, I can’t even explain how much pain that puts me in, to hear it from the horse’s mouth. To see the pride in his eyes, and trying to breathe becomes difficult.
“And have you been married since high school?” I choke and he winces again and I nod and state, “Go home to your wife, Stone. I’ve moved on.”
His jaw visibly ticks as bile builds calling him his road name, the sound of it coming from my lips not sitting right with me.
“You’ve moved on, huh?” he confirms, and I narrow my eyes, but they soon widen when he asks, “You mean with Mark? Your colleague?”
Okay, so I have options right now. Deny it and save Mark's ass, not having the guy's death on my hands, especially by the look Cage is giving right now. Option two, nod and agree and let him kill the man.
That is actually a hard decision. Why am I not surprised Dirty went back home and blabbed?
“You don’t even want that man, red, you want me, and you hate it,” he sneers, and I snort, “You’re full of yourself.”
“When it comes to you and our relationship, yeah, I am because you are mine like I am yours,” he replies, and I swear my heart shatters right where I stand.
I shake my head and scoff, “Liar!” and he narrows his eyes before I point at him and remind him, “I may have been yours through your lies, but you were never mine. You are married, so get the hell out and go back to your wife and let me heal from your lies.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you hear me out. Once you do, I’ll leave, let you finish the rest of your course before you come home. I will claim you and put my patch on your back as soon as you return,” Cage says fiercely, and I laugh and ask, “Do you hear yourself? I’m telling you to leave, that I don’t want you here, to go back to your wife, who I can imagine will be hurt hearing all of this.”
“I don’t give a shit about Elsie, Rose, I only care about you and your feelings. I only care about the hurt I’ve put you through by not speaking to you at the start, of not explaining everything,” he says without blinking, “You are my priority, no one else and the sooner you understand that, the easier everything else will be. Even if you think I’m crazy, if you think I’m a stalker, I am not leaving here until we finally have it out so we can move forward,together! I have gone over three months without even knowing where you were, so I’m not losing this chance.”
How can he stand there and say all this? He’s married, for Christ's sake.
Breathing heavy, I demand, “Did you get your wife pregnant?”
I spoke to my dad and asked about Stone. He wanted to know why but I mentioned how Caleb wanted me with him which made Dad laugh. Apparently Stone’s father is adamant he’ll stick with his wife, that no other woman would come between them after getting pregnant in high school and that was only a few days after Dirty left leaving unanswered questions. I spent the whole freaking night crying.
“I didn’t,” he denies, and he doesn’t even blink.
“Liar,” I whisper, “just like you’ll most likely lie about not living with your wife like my dad stated your dad said,” Cage’s jaw ticks again, but I don’t stop as I accuse, “Just like you’ll lie about your wife not hanging off your arm every day.”
I shake my head as I throw my bag on the breakfast bar, and I whisper full of deflation, “Leave Cage, and don’t come back.”
Without looking at him, I turn and walk away towards my bedroom, trying my hardest to hold in the tears, but as soon as I enter my room, Cage calls out, “I’m not leaving, not until we speak, red.”
My tears fall as a sob wants to pull from me, and I shut my bedroom door before I lean against it and slowly glide down, then I lie on my carpeted floor, letting my tears fall. Silent sobs rip from me, exhaustion from my shift not helping.
I know Dirty told him where I am, that going on that date forced his hand, but the man has a wife, and I’ll keep saying it until I’m blue in the face.
He’s taken, and being here is a big ‘fuck you’ to the poor woman.
I don’t know how long I stay on the floor for before I fall asleep, my tears still falling, but hours later, I wake up. The room is dark and instead of being on the floor, I’m in my bed, Cage’s shirt in place of my sweats and my tears fall again. I should tear the thing off my body, but instead, I curl up in it, pressing it against my nose, his musky scent hitting my senses and I hate myself for taking comfort in another woman’s man, making me no better than Mark.
Chapter 15
Stone – Four Days Later
“Alright, so we’ll meet at the old air strip, swap vans, and we’ll take the delivery to Jose this time to shake things up a little, while you’ll take the ammo to Steal?” Axel confirms, and I type up the plan for Doc as I agree, “Sounds good to me, and this way we can see whether or not a mole is within your club.”
“I don’t think I have one, I think it may only be the Huntsmen. A prospect who was on the last run acted shifty, kept looking side to side, and hated being away from his phone,” Axel admits, and I hum.
“Hains,” I say, “Steal mentioned he turned up at a club party a few months ago, and the women automatically liked how open he was with them. They convinced Steal to let the guy prospect. Apparently, he gave a sob story about his childhood, which sounded a lot like one of the brothers' old ladies.”
“Has he got a guy on him?” Axel asks, and I confirm, “He does, and he’s set up a trap to see if it is him, while confirming his old lady, Cassie, stays away from him.”
