“Wish I’d been the one to kill the bastard that hurt you.”
I knew this too. Reaper had wanted the name ofthe man who hurt me, but there was nothing he could do about it. My attacker was dead.
“I know,” I whisper.
Reaper gets to his feet. “Get some rest, I’ll make sure you have a new phone tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Uncle Reaper.” I used his earlier to call into work. I explained that my phone had died and hadn’t been able to call in until I got somewhere after my car broke down.
Thankfully, they understood and said they’d explain it to the big boss. Being that I just started working at the dispatch center, I didn’t want to be causing waves. I was still on probationary status for the time being. Meaning, I couldn’t afford for things like this to happen. It would go against me, and I didn’t want that. I liked my job.
“You know I’m still going to have to go to work,” I tell my uncle when he gets to the door.
“We’ll figure something out. When’s your next shift?”
“Day after tomorrow, shifts seven A to seven P,” I tell him. I do like the fact I work twelve-hour shifts still.
“Right,” Reaper grunts with a nod. “I’ll stick Cerberus on you. He’ll take you to work. Bring you back.”
Cerberus?
Was he serious right now?
I don’t get to ask my uncle this very question because he takes that moment to close the door, leaving me to my thoughts.
What in the hell is he thinking putting Cerberus on me? He’s got to be joking. I hope so, but I know he’s not. Reaper wouldn’t joke about who he’s putting on me.
Sucking in a breath, I roll out of the bed and walk over to the duffel bag Ivy brought with her for me. It was filled with items I’d left at her and Reaper’s house when I moved into my apartment. She suggested that I keep a go back at their place as a precaution. I agreed because I knew what she meant. Lockdowns happened, and you never knew when you needed to be ready.
I gather up my bathroom stuff and head for the attached bathroom. Glad to not have to use a shared one like some of the other people in the clubhouse had to.
I set my stuff in the shower, turn it on, and without looking in the mirror, I strip off my clothes. Checking to see if the water is warm enough, I climb in, taking a quick shower, but making sure to scrub every inch of my body, scrubbing harder where Samir touched me. I didn’t want to think about himeither. I try my hardest to erase his touch, still I can feel it like it was burned into my skin as my scars were.
Finally, when the water starts to go cold, I shut the water off, grab a towel, dry off and go back in my room in search of clothes. I pull on a pair of panties and a tank top.
Digging in the bag, I find my brush and run it through my hair, getting the tangles out before braiding it down my back. It’s one of the better ways of keeping it from being a total rat’s nest come morning. No matter how often I’ve thought about cutting it, I can’t bring myself to do it.The last time I was in Virginia visiting Bethany, Emerson, one of the Devil’s Riot MC ol’ ladies, trimmed my hair for me.
Not exactly wanting to go to sleep yet, but also wanting to be alone, I climb into the bed, pull the covers over me, and grab the remote. I figure I can relax by binge-watchingThe Rookiefor a while until I fall asleep. There’s nothing better than watching Bradford and Chin together. I’m totally for them getting together.
I watched three episodes before growing tired. Scooching down in the blankets, I curl up, find a music channel to put on, and set the remote aside. I can’t sleep when the room is pitch dark, and I can’tsleep with a show playing. Music is different, though. I can fall asleep to music. It’s soothing. Calming to my soul.
But even music, as much as I love it, can’t protect me from the demons of my own dreams.
CHAPTER 4
CERBERUS
What the fuck was Reaper thinking putting Ember in the room next to mine? He has to have lost his mind. No way in hell Ember would’ve gone for it.
Then again, maybe she just needed somewhere to crash, and that room was the only other one that had a private bath. The rest of the available rooms were where the pocket pussies stayed. Ember didn’t need to be down that hall. Or have to share a bathroom with them bitches. They have a way of fucking with women they see as a threat. I don’t fuckin’ get it, but I’ve seen enough in the past years what some of those bitches will do to not only fuck with one of the ol’ ladies but also the tricks they’ll try in order to get there claws in a member of the club.
I’ll admit there are a couple that aren’t like that, but there are the ones that give them all the bad name. I typically would go to Tammy or Rach if I need someone to get me off. Those two aren’t that bad. They know the score and know better than to come to me. If I wanted one of them, I’d tell them. They were good with this which made them my main two that I’d fuck. Granted, I’ve fucked some of the others as well when I felt like it.
Since Ember got home, I hadn’t stopped fucking when I wanted, but I made sure to stick to Tammy or Rach. They knew how to keep their mouths shut and didn’t spread shit around.Bonus, neither of them was a blonde or had greenish blue eyes that could pierce right through you if they wanted to.
I wasn’t going to be the one to throw my shit in her face. With my decision I made earlier, I definitely didn’t want her having to deal with that bullshit.
The only thing I’ve got to deal with now is to figure out how I’m going to go about doing what I made my decision to do. A lot is going on with her. Be friending her isn’t exactly something I want to do. No way in fuck I’m letting her throw me in a friend zone. Fuck that. No, Ember’s gonna know exactly where the two of us stand from the beginning. What I need to figure out is how to make that happen.
