Page 26 of Love is Blind
So much for peace.
She turns to me, pushing her damp hair away from her face. The flush of her cheeks not matching the fury in her eyes. Confused as to why she looks like she wants to maim me, I reach for her.
“What are you doing? Get back here.”
Even though her gaze doesn’t quite meet mine, her eyes widen expressively. I don’t know if she’s mad, shocked, or what, but we’re not done.
“You expect me to ignore the fact there’s a woman banging on your door?”
Narrowing my eyes, I scratch the side of my face.
“What woman? What the fuck are you talking about?”
The only woman knocking on my door these days is Holly and unless there’s a fucking fire, she’s not interrupting me, especially if any of the guys shared Birdie’s little spectacle last night.
Gritting her teeth, she replies, “Blind, not deaf, remember?”
As if on cue, the knocking resumes and my gaze cuts to the door. I open my mouth to tell whoever it is to get lost, but I lose all train of thought the second I hear Bianca’s voice.
“Reed, I know you’re in there. I went by the house and your dad told me you don’t stay there no more.”
It’s been six long months since I found her with a needle in her arm and our daughter floating in the bathtub. I wrote her off as dead and that’s mainly because I wanted to deliver the sentence to her myself. I would’ve done it too, but I was too consumed by my grief. By the time I pulled myself out of the fog, the bitch was gone. I thought about hunting her down, dreamed of torturing her, but then she’d be with Abigail and I’d still be here, haunted by the loss of a baby girl I didn’t even know I wanted until I first heard her heartbeat. There was no going back after that. I might not have had a lot of love for her mama, but I had it in spades for that baby girl.
I’d do anything for a chance to hold her again.
Kill.
Torture.
Maim.
Sell my fucking soul to whoever is sick enough to take it.
Sometimes, if I try real hard, I can still feel her, tugging on my beard with her chubby little fist. My sweet, little Abigail.
Precious and so fucking pure.
Gone way too soon and all because her mother is a selfish cunt who cared more about getting high than seeing her baby grow up.
The shock of Bianca being here wears some and anger begins to flood my veins.
“Please, Reed. Open the door.”
“I’m guessing your real name is Reed?” Birdie questions, pulling me out of my trance. I don’t look at her, though. Don’t even acknowledge her existence. The peace we created in this bed, gone.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed and grab my jeans from the floor. Dragging them up my legs, I stalk toward the door. Birdie calls out to me, but for the life of me I can’t make out what she says. The ringing in my ears, the rage pulsing through me—it completely engulfs me. I tear open the door, ready to wreak havoc on Bianca but I pause when I spot Shady, Maverick’s brother, and our club’s newly ranked enforcer, grab a hold of Bianca’s elbow.
“Bitch I thought I told you to get gone,” he grinds outs. “Your ass isn’t welcome around these parts.” He goes to pull her down the hallway, but he lifts his head and his gaze meets mine. “Fuck, man. I’m sorry—”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Bianca swirls around, and the instant our eyes lock it’s like a punch to the gut. Even with all that black shit lining her eyes, they still remind me of Abigail’s. Everyone told me her eyes would change as she got older, that babies are all born with that shade of gray, and maybe that’s true, but I’ll never know.
“Reed,” she rasps.
Shady releases his hold on her and takes a step backward, but that’s about as far as he goes. He and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, but we’re brothers of the same patch. I don’t know if it was him or someone else who made the mistake of allowing Bianca inside the clubhouse, but all I have to do is say the word and he’ll be the one to escort her out.
I drag in a breath and force my eyes back to Bianca. Not trusting myself, I grind my teeth and lift a finger to her face.
“You do not get to say my name,” I grate.
