up, but you did?”
He stares at me in confusion. “I told you already. I did.”
“Rex?” I whisper then watch his eyebrows rise in understanding.
He drops his head before answering me. “He wasn’t at the sermon, but a decision had to be made quickly, so I stepped in. He couldn’t do anything after it was done.”
While relief washes over me because I have no business being Rex’s ol’ lady—in reality, I don’t want to be an old lady at all—I can’t help wondering why Shooter dropped his head and didn’t face me and tell me. Is he afraid I would be disappointed Rex wasn’t there?
With the history I share with Rex, it would crush me to know that, when I needed him most, he didn’t step up for me. I find comfort in the fact that he wasn’t there. At least that way I can hold on to some sort of hope that, even if we won’t ever be together, he would do whatever was necessary to keep me safe. However, after all of this, there is no way in hell Rex and I will ever be anything more than friends. I want to pick up the pieces of my life and raise my son. Nothing more, nothing less.
It has been one month since my world was turned on its axis yet again. One month ago, Tessie was harmed. She is healing now, but my house feels empty without her. The day after I claimed her, she moved home with her mom. Her aunt and I helped her pack.
Yeah, I lied to her about Rex. One day, I will clear it up; however, with everything she has already been through, I didn’t want to add to her disappointments. It is clear things with her and Rex are over.
The guys have all gotten the word out about Tessie being my ol’ lady. Even though it isn’t real, I feel connected to her. I want her protected. While my instincts scream to go get her and drag her home with me, I know inside I am no good for her. Inside, I know she can’t really be mine. I am worried about her, but I don’t want to push.
With her mom keeping me updated, I know Tessie hasn’t checked her bank account and things are rough. She doesn’t know the club and I deposited more than enough money to cover her bills and living expenses. Still, I feel better having her at home with her mom instead of the trailer.
Bob said has called her and keeps up with her, but she hasn’t returned to Ruthless for work. She knows she has a job there whenever she feels ready to return, though. Bob is pretty torn up about what happened and agreed to sell ten percent of the bar to the Hellions, so it is off limits to outsiders now. He also promised never to leave anyone to close up alone again. It’s too little, too late as far as I’m concerned.
A patched brother will now be there at closing every night. Even if Tessie doesn’t come back, at least we know Corinne and now, Pamela will be safe. Bob took Pamela on to replace Tessie until she decides if she will return or not.
Tessie hasn’t returned to Brinkley’s yet, either, but Corinne says she plans to work there next week. I am glad to see her trying to get back to normal, whatever that may be.
Her mom says she hasn’t been eating much or sleeping well. Maybe, if she gets back to work, things will settle in her mind and she will take better care of herself.
Stepping into the cave for sermon, I’m on edge. Tripp has called today’s meeting to update us on the Ghosts. The bastards have been smart, staying out of the Carolinas.
After the call to order, Tripp wastes no time in delivering the news.
“Thorn says Shep has gone underground. He doesn’t have contact with him at the moment.”
“Underground? Fuck that. He’s goin’ in the ground. What kind of operation is Thorn runnin’ that he can’t keep track of his boys?” I ask.
“Thorn obviously has his plate full—” Tripp starts, but I wade in before he can continue.
“It’s about to get a lot fuller. My ol’ lady was attacked by one of his crew. If he can’t deliver
He stares at me in confusion. “I told you already. I did.”
“Rex?” I whisper then watch his eyebrows rise in understanding.
He drops his head before answering me. “He wasn’t at the sermon, but a decision had to be made quickly, so I stepped in. He couldn’t do anything after it was done.”
While relief washes over me because I have no business being Rex’s ol’ lady—in reality, I don’t want to be an old lady at all—I can’t help wondering why Shooter dropped his head and didn’t face me and tell me. Is he afraid I would be disappointed Rex wasn’t there?
With the history I share with Rex, it would crush me to know that, when I needed him most, he didn’t step up for me. I find comfort in the fact that he wasn’t there. At least that way I can hold on to some sort of hope that, even if we won’t ever be together, he would do whatever was necessary to keep me safe. However, after all of this, there is no way in hell Rex and I will ever be anything more than friends. I want to pick up the pieces of my life and raise my son. Nothing more, nothing less.
It has been one month since my world was turned on its axis yet again. One month ago, Tessie was harmed. She is healing now, but my house feels empty without her. The day after I claimed her, she moved home with her mom. Her aunt and I helped her pack.
Yeah, I lied to her about Rex. One day, I will clear it up; however, with everything she has already been through, I didn’t want to add to her disappointments. It is clear things with her and Rex are over.
The guys have all gotten the word out about Tessie being my ol’ lady. Even though it isn’t real, I feel connected to her. I want her protected. While my instincts scream to go get her and drag her home with me, I know inside I am no good for her. Inside, I know she can’t really be mine. I am worried about her, but I don’t want to push.
With her mom keeping me updated, I know Tessie hasn’t checked her bank account and things are rough. She doesn’t know the club and I deposited more than enough money to cover her bills and living expenses. Still, I feel better having her at home with her mom instead of the trailer.
Bob said has called her and keeps up with her, but she hasn’t returned to Ruthless for work. She knows she has a job there whenever she feels ready to return, though. Bob is pretty torn up about what happened and agreed to sell ten percent of the bar to the Hellions, so it is off limits to outsiders now. He also promised never to leave anyone to close up alone again. It’s too little, too late as far as I’m concerned.
A patched brother will now be there at closing every night. Even if Tessie doesn’t come back, at least we know Corinne and now, Pamela will be safe. Bob took Pamela on to replace Tessie until she decides if she will return or not.
Tessie hasn’t returned to Brinkley’s yet, either, but Corinne says she plans to work there next week. I am glad to see her trying to get back to normal, whatever that may be.
Her mom says she hasn’t been eating much or sleeping well. Maybe, if she gets back to work, things will settle in her mind and she will take better care of herself.
Stepping into the cave for sermon, I’m on edge. Tripp has called today’s meeting to update us on the Ghosts. The bastards have been smart, staying out of the Carolinas.
After the call to order, Tripp wastes no time in delivering the news.
“Thorn says Shep has gone underground. He doesn’t have contact with him at the moment.”
“Underground? Fuck that. He’s goin’ in the ground. What kind of operation is Thorn runnin’ that he can’t keep track of his boys?” I ask.
“Thorn obviously has his plate full—” Tripp starts, but I wade in before he can continue.
“It’s about to get a lot fuller. My ol’ lady was attacked by one of his crew. If he can’t deliver
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