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Lexie turns her attention to Ink. Her withering gaze would’ve scorched a lesser man.
“Shut up, Ink. You have no idea what we were talking about,” the other woman drawls. Turning to leave, but Ink grabs her arm to stop her.
“I don’t want you upsetting Sera anymore. Just stay away.”
I clear my throat, about to intervene, when Lexie gives me a look, and lifts her other hand to stop me from speaking up.
“Well, well. Would you look at that, Ink, forever, the gentleman protecting a woman that isn’t Lily?” She snatches her arm out of Ink’s hold, as he swallows hard, his eyes doing a quick look around for Lily, I was sure. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it anymore. Sera and I are good now, aren’t we?”
“We are.” I confirm, hating the tension that’s built up all over again.
Once Lexie leaves, I take a big, calming breath, shaking my head. “She’s intense,” I say,
“Sorry for leaving you alone,” Ink replies.
“Don’t worry about it.” I say, forcing a smile to my face. “You looked busy.” I close my eyes and shake my head, the words I spoke, sounding accusatory. “I didn’t mean…”
The clubhouse door swings open, stopping my words in their tracks; and in walks the man who’s haunted my dreams for years, his arm casually draped over the slim shoulders of the woman I’d seen months ago—the night of Chains’ birthday. The night I almost told him about Willow. The night Ishouldhave told him about her. Now I’ve just dug myself into a deeper hole, and I don’t know how to get myself out of it.
His other hand is holding on tightly to a beautiful little boy around Willow's age. My heart stops for a split second, as all the other times I’d seen him side on, both he and his mother are strangely familiar to me. But as hard as I try to rack my brain, I can’t remember where I’ve seen them.
Behind them walks Kick, Ky’s father and the President of the club, holding Everleigh’s hand, who doesn’t look all that well, and hasn’t been for a few weeks now if I’m being honest. But she had constantly rebuffed my questions, so I dropped it.
Sitting at the bar, I feel a sudden wave of discomfort as Ky locks eyes with me, his gaze narrowing and his jaw tensing, all while Ink's arm remains around me. But I don’t know why he’s angry when he’s doing the same with the other woman. I squash down the jealousy I feel and meet his gaze head on.
I won’t allow him to intimidate me.
There’s a silent conversation going on between the two men, and I can tell Ky is holding onto his last thread, the tension swirling around the two is cloying. But before he acts on any of it, Kick calls outChurch.
Ink gives me a peck on the cheek, I know just to rile up Ky even further, and all the men file into a back room, slamming the door behind them.
Sipping on my now cold coffee, as my palms sweat, I wipe them down my jeans covered thighs. But I push through the panic attack threatening to overwhelm me, breathing deeply, my gaze taking in my little girl playing with the other kids milling around, knowing she’s okay is the only thing that calms me down. Just as someone sits next to me.
“Hey, why don’t we all make a day of it, and take Sera shopping for some new clothes?” Zoe calls out to the room full of women. The last thing I wanted to do was go shopping, but I know I need a whole new wardrobe.
I can’t keep wearing another woman’s clothes.
My eyes flit to the woman who had come in with Ky. She’s sitting quietly, not speaking to anyone, not even watching over her boy, which I find strange, but she seems to be just staring silently at me. I notice a look of hate on her face, which catches me off guard, because I’ve never met the woman, so why would she hate me?
The hatred in her eyes melts into an overly bright smile, her forced cheerfulness is unconvincing and her sweetness feels fake. I frown, not understanding where the hostility was coming from, but then it’s gone as quick as it came, leaving me wondering if I’d imagined it all.
I can’t help but wonder what her game is? Why do I feel as though she’s up to something? And then it comes rushing back to me where I’ve seen her and the boy before.
In a picture frame on Angelo’s desk.
What the ever-loving fuck is she playing at? I force my facial expression to remain neutral, hoping I don’t give myself away, since she’s still staring at me.
The realization that I’ve seen her before has thrown a spanner in the works for my attempts to stay away from Ky, I’ll have to go to him sooner rather than later to tell him what I know. Pinning a smile to my face, I hope I can pretend so that she doesn’t figure out I’ve remembered where I’ve seen her.
“Sounds good. I’m game if everyone else wants to go?” I turn to the woman, Mariah, who’s ingratiated herself in Ky’s and the club’s life again. But for what reason?
“What about you?” I ask, keeping up the pretense. “Mariah, is that right?” I smile apologetically.
“Yes,” she answers shortly. “Thanks for the invite, but Finn and I need to get home.”
“Home?” I ask, mentally kicking myself for the telling question.
“Yes, we’ve moved in with Ky, at his house,” she says with a look of satisfaction.