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Everyone knew that.
But then again, none of that mattered anymore because she had sealed her fate tonight.
I had given her space, but I couldn’t give her what she wanted. She was mine. Had been since the second our eyes locked in the desert. She had ten long motherfucking years to accept what her future would be like.
She was mine and no motherfucker would stop me from claiming what was mine. I just prayed that God forgave me for what I was about to do.
Chapter Three
Silver
He would never let me go.
I knew that now.
He had some fucking hold on me I couldn’t explain. He was everywhere I looked. Even in my dreams, he lurked in the shadows, waiting and watching every move I made.
I knew my words had struck a chord with him. I knew I’d hurt him. Maybe I had meant to, but there was no talking to the man.
Bracing my hands against the sink in the ladies’ bathroom, I hung my head and tried to get ahold of my emotions. Flying off the handle where Malice was concerned would only aggravate the situation more.
“Silver?”
Shaking my head, I whispered, “Don’t, Largo.”
I knew what she was going to say.
I wasn’t stupid.
I had lived around the aggravating man long enough to see the signs. I knew he cared more than he should. Somehow, he felt responsible, almost beholden to me. Which I thought hilarious, considering he was the one who saved me. It should be the other way around.
Yet, it wasn’t.
“Baby, look at me,” Tessa said, leaning against the sink next to me.
Doing as she asked, she sighed. “What do you need?”
“Air,” I muttered. “I need air. I can’t breathe when he’s around. I can’t think. He’s everywhere. I can’t scratch my nose without him glaring or growling. I just need space.”
“Then you will have it,” Montana’s firm voice declared from behind me. Looking up into the mirror, I saw the man I considered my brother, my best friend, standing firm. “Mercy is giving you a penthouse at Davenport Tower. It’s yours. You’ve earned it. Maybe some distance will do the both of you some good.”
Sniffing, I turned to face him and whispered, “You mean it? I don’t have to live in the clubhouse anymore?”
“Hate the thought of you living somewhere else, but it’s time. You need your own place. Your own things. You need to see what the world can offer you, but let me be very clear, Silver. You are still ours. Always will be. I still expect you to work the bar and attend all club functions, and you will still obey every directive I give. I lockdown the clubhouse, your ass better be inside. Got me?”
I happily nodded, then frowned. “Malice won’t like that.”
“You let me worry about Malice,” he stated, then turned to Largo. “Sis, maybe you can take Silver shopping tomorrow. Get her whatever she needs.”
Largo smiled brightly, holding out her hand. “I’m going to need spending money.”
Montana groaned, reaching for his wallet, before handing her his black Amex card. “Just make sure I have enough left on that thing to buy lunch, okay?”
Largo took the card, kissing Montana’s cheek. “No promises.”
Montana walked over to me and cupped my face. I could clearly see the worry and indecision in his eyes. He didn’t want me to go, but he wouldn’t stop me.
“Love you, girl. Have since the first day we met. Not gonna be the same without you busting my balls every day, but you deserve to find something or someone who can make you happy. Ain’t gonna like who you find. No one will ever be good enough for you.”