Part 6 (1/2)

I'd hide the car in the storage unit I'd rented months ago just in case I needed to hide out or hide something in a pinch. Never in my life had I thought I'd have to hide evidence of a murder.

I wasn't worried about the cops finding his car, but I was concerned that the club would start searching for Rebel. And I needed time.

I followed Flash back toward the clubhouse, breaking off once he parked my car and handed over the keys. After hiding the car, I knew exactly where I needed to spend the night. There was only one person I trusted. I'd head to Roxy, get cleaned up, spend the night, and have her as an alibi. I wouldn't ask her to lie for me outright, but she'd say anything to save my life, and I knew it.

I had a lot of thinking to do on the mile-long walk to Roxy's. Hiding my face, keeping my head down, I walked with quick steps, the future on my mind. There were so many variables, so much unknown, that I couldn't quite wrap my head around it all-Roxy, the club, my family. Where did I fit in anymore?

I wasn't the same man I'd been when I joined the DEA. If you had asked me then if I'd kill a man and hide his body, I would've looked at you like you had three heads. But I had done it. That was the new Thomas Gallo. I was just as guilty as every club member, but my motives were different. They cared about money and hate. I only wanted to keep my family safe-and Roxy too. My sole purpose was bringing down the MC and getting the f.u.c.k out and back to where I belonged.

Where did Roxy fit in? What would I do about her? She and I had met a couple of months after I'd been patched. We weren't a couple and I sure as h.e.l.l wasn't exclusive. I couldn't be. f.u.c.k the s.h.i.+t about leaving someday. It was more about keeping up appearances. All the guys in the club f.u.c.ked around if they had an old lady or not. The bonus to it was the ladies liked to talk. The girls in the club knew some deep, dark secrets. Stupid f.u.c.kers would get s.h.i.+tfaced and spill their secrets when their c.o.c.ks were buried deep in p.u.s.s.y and they were out of their f.u.c.king minds.

I'd spend my time with them, getting them hammered, having some fun, and pulling information from them. I hadn't been careless in how I'd gleaned the details, but I'd made them feel comfortable enough to tell me. I knew more s.h.i.+t about every b.a.s.t.a.r.d inside the MC.

Could I leave this town and Roxy behind? The thought of it made my stomach constrict. She was too good to be thrown out like a piece of trash. When she found out the truth about me, would she be willing to forgive me? I had to think about that too. There were more than just my thoughts to take into consideration. Maybe she wouldn't want me. I wasn't a total c.o.c.ksucker. The thought had crossed my mind a time or two.

The other issue was my family. The Gallos are a clan. It wasn't hard to get members.h.i.+p, but would she fit in? I knew they'd welcome her with open arms. If I loved her, they'd sure as f.u.c.k love her too. The real question was if Roxy would like them. Would she feel adequate enough to be around them?

They could be overwhelming. Smothering people with love and affection was something they had perfected over the years. Roxy was a lot like Izzy. Headstrong, a ball buster, didn't take s.h.i.+t from anyone, and could bring a man, specifically me, to his knees. They'd hit it off and be nothing but f.u.c.king trouble.

My family had always been close. We were a tight-knit group. A moment of silence was just a fairytale, as we were always up each other's a.s.ses. ”Loud,” ”obnoxious,” and ”rowdy” were words that could be used to describe my family. But Roxy had grown up alone, surrounded by the club, with no real parental guidance. The Gallos could be overwhelming for her.

I didn't know what the future held. Was she just someone I'd smile about as I looked back on my time with her? A faint memory lost in the past?

Chapter 6.

I couldn't sleep. Blue always returned my messages. Always. Even if it was a quick message to say, ”Not tonight,” he never forgot. I didn't like being ignored, and unlike most people in my life, Blue was always mindful and acknowledged me. I knew he usually had more important things to do, but d.a.m.n it, it still hurt.

Tossing and turning, I punched my pillow, trying to find a position comfortable enough to lull me to sleep. Staring at the ceiling, I wondered where he was. It's dangerous for a woman in a... whatever this relations.h.i.+p was, to think of where the man she loved might be.

I did love him, and for that, I could be a fool, but you can't turn your heart off and tell it to shut the f.u.c.k up. No matter how hard I tried, it never listened.

Every time I thought about him with someone else, my chest ached. I felt weak each time I allowed myself to think about how he wasn't mine and never would be.

The room was hot, and the humidity felt heavier tonight. Giving up on sleep, I climbed to my feet and headed toward the living room. I didn't see a point in lying there, staring at the ceiling, and thinking of stuff that I couldn't change.

As I rounded the corner to the living room, I heard my back door open. Stopping dead in my tracks, I held my breath and listened. A scratching noise, as if the person were trying to jimmy the lock, made my heart start again, slamming into my sternum and beating in a rapid rhythm.

Gripping the wall, I flattened my back against the cool, smooth surface and debated my next move. Should I make a run for the front door or try and hide?

f.u.c.k. Why didn't I grab a robe or some s.h.i.+t?

A loud creak as the door opened made me jump, and a small whimper escaped my lips. I was frozen with fear, rooted in the spot, and unable to move.

”Roxy,” a voice called out in the darkness.

The sound of my blood whoos.h.i.+ng through my ears m.u.f.fled the voice. Closing my eyes, I said a prayer that they weren't here to hurt me.

”Yes,” I replied, keeping myself glued to the wall.

”Angel, it's me.”

It took me a moment to register the voice. Blue.

Sucking in a breath, I began to shake. As my knees gave out, my body started to slide down the wall until strong hands grabbed me around my ribs and propped me up.

”Roxy?” Blue asked, his forehead crinkling as he stared at me. ”What's wrong?”

”What's wrong?” I asked, my legs feeling strong with his help. ”What's wrong?” I repeated, raising my voice at the stupidity of his question.

”Yeah.” He squeezed my ribs, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

”You basically break in to my house and give me a G.o.dd.a.m.n heart attack and you're asking me what's wrong? Seriously.”

He started to laugh. Glaring at him, I reached up and slapped his face. His laughter died immediately, his smile disappearing as his face snapped back to mine.

”What the f.u.c.k?” he seethed, releasing my body before wiping the corner of his mouth.

”You're an a.s.shole, Blue. I thought someone was here to murder me.”

”Aww, baby. Come on. Don't get upset with me,” he whispered, sliding his hand up my thigh.

His snarky, carefree att.i.tude for once had become too much. I didn't know if it was the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, but I reached up and smacked his face again. This time, he didn't budge.

”You wanna play rough tonight, Rox?” The corner of his mouth turned up as his jaw ticked. ”Come on, baby. Hit me harder.”

His c.o.c.kiness and smug bulls.h.i.+t were just the ticket. Reaching up, I moved my hand toward his face one more time, but he grabbed it, stopping it from connecting.

”I knew you were in there, tiger. It's been a while,” he said, grabbing my nightie.

”Don't f.u.c.kin' touch me, Blue. I'm so p.i.s.sed at you I can't see straight.” My body was on high alert. My heart was still pounding from being scared, and my mind was reeling at the bad s.h.i.+t that could've really happened if it hadn't been him breaking in.

Sliding his hand farther up my thigh, he watched my face. Sucking in a breath, I tried to hide the small moan that wanted to slip from my lips. As he cupped my p.u.s.s.y, rubbing his palm against my c.l.i.t, I snapped. My opposite hand, the one free from his grip, flew through the air and connected with his cheek.

Whoops. He wasn't expecting that one.

His eyes flashed before he released my hand and slapped me back. Shock filled me; my breath was lost, and a slice of pain radiated through my cheek.

f.u.c.k, the man knew how to press my b.u.t.tons.

I liked it rough.

I'd never s.h.i.+ed away from it. Blue never hit me hard enough to cause damage, but he did set my body on fire.

Before I could react, his hold on my p.u.s.s.y grew rougher and he crashed his lips to mine, sucking out what air was left inside, leaving me breathless.

Clawing at his shoulder, I wrapped my legs around him, rubbing my core against his rock-hard d.i.c.k. Gripping my hair, he pulled on it, causing a burn against my scalp. Then he cupped my a.s.s as he pushed me against the wall, leaving no s.p.a.ce between us. When our lips locked, we used each other for air and fed off each other as I scratched his skin through his s.h.i.+rt. I wanted to dig my nails into his flesh, leave my mark, and let every wh.o.r.e out there know where I'd been.