Page 61 of Falling for Her
“Ah, come on,” I groan. I can’t catch a fucking break.
Bullet smirks from where he’s sat on his bike next to mine while the whole fucking brotherhood surrounds it.
“Damian—" Robyn’s words cut off and I know it is because she has seen the cuts.
Fuck my life.
“Having a bad day?” Bullet asks innocently.
I snort, “Now why would I be having a bad day, brother,” he grins as brother slips out, but his grin disappears as I say, “It’s not like my girl left without a word because Bethany threw her over the edge. The same Bethany that has done nothing but cause me shit for years or that I know I can’t work here because the woman who was going to be my boss was going to dangle my job over my head if I didn’t fuck her.”
I hear Robyn suck in a breath, and I sigh and walk over to my bike but pause, seeing my old cut on the seat before I can climb on.
Okay, this day fucking sucks.
Shaking my head, I grab the leather instantly hating how right it suddenly feels in my hands, which is a weird feeling considering it has felt nothing but wrong for years. I know I’m slowly forgiving, that I’m slowly wanting to be back within the brotherhood, but I won’t go there. I won’t put my girl at risk.
I don’t have trust for the brothers and that is enough to keep me away.
Huffing, I place my old cut on Bullet’s bike, and he growls, but I ignore him and climb on my own as Robyn gasps, “You’re a brother,” and I look her way to see her basically bouncing on the balls of her feet, lust shining in her freaky eyes.
Fuck me, even worse, she’s a patch chaser.
“No, I’m not,” I admit, and all the brothers growl behind me and I turn my head, raising a brow at them but none change their scowls they’re currently sending my way. I shake my head before looking back at Robyn and say, “I won’t be working here. "
Her mouth parts in shock and I start my bike up and rev it. I spin out of my spot, going onto the pavement to get out before going onto the road.
I’m meeting up with Cody and Adam, and hopefully, they have some kind of information about when my girl will be returning home. She won’t call me and let me hear her voice, knowing she’ll want to be back with me in my arms and I know that is probably why she hasn’t messaged me again but I swear after she returns, I will never let her out of my sight again.
Maybe I should just handcuff her to the bed, preferably naked...
Chapter 25
Esmerelda – A Week Later
“I’msorry,Ess,”Trinamurmurs as she looks down with shame, and I scoff as I fist my hands, the urge to hit her really fricking high, like I want to rearrange her face.
I shouldn’t had attempted to trust her.
A few tears fall down her cheeks and I curl my lip at her pathetic attempts to reach my softer side. She’s only looking guilty because she’s been caught, thinking I wouldn’t notice the difference in the books, that I wouldn’t triple check her work once I returned.
Today is my first day back at the bakery, which should have been relaxing considering she wanted to prove she could take over the role of manager, a role now going to Abigail, when Dad signs the place over to me after I’ve worked my butt off, but no, instead, I want to hit Trina, and if I knew she wouldn’t try and sue me, I would smack her so fricking hard right now the selfish little–
I take a deep breath. I’ve only been home for three days, mainly because I had finals to get done at culinary school otherwise, I would have stayed in Delaware, but I also knew I couldn’t stay away forever. I knew I had to come back to reality but not this fricking reality.
“You’re sorry?” I growl as I squeeze my fisted hands to stop myself from grabbing her hair and yanking it hard. She swallows at my anger, her throat bobbing and I grab the books off the counter and throw them at her making her flinch and I sneer, “You stole over nine hundred dollars out of the registers and tried doctoring the books like I wouldn’t notice, taking advantage of my absence and my trust, and you are sorry?”
She flinches, and I shake my head and state, “Not only are you fired, but you have until the end of the day to return what you have stolen, otherwise, not only will these books,” I point at them on the floor, “but also that footage,” I point at the cameras in the corner of the walls, “will be handed into the cops, and I’ll have you arrested for theft and fraud which I’m pretty sure you could be put away for roughly five years over.”
Her eyes widen, and without a second thought, she bends and grabs her bag from underneath the counter before opening it. Then she takes out fifteen hundred-dollar bills and cash, and I chuckle darkly.
Of course, she’s stupid enough to still have the money on her, and why am I not surprised she stole more this morning while I was going through the books?
She hands me the bills, and I point to the door and growl, “Put your keys on the counter and get the fuck out of my bakery!”
“B-but I gave you the money back,” she stammers, and I scoff and reply, “And? I no longer trust you. I was willing to make you manager to earn more money, and all you did was throw it back in my face.” I curl my lip at her and demand, “Keys!”
Tears streaming, she takes the keys from her bag, places them on the counter, whispers, “I’m sorry,” and then rushes around the counter and exits the bakery.
