Dex doesn’t even turn my way, instead he calls out one word. “Irish!!”
Irish walks to me, lifts me in his arms, and carries me away as I squirm and scream. “Why aren’t you stopping them?” I yell, pushing myself away from his body. He carries me like a bride instead of over his shoulder, obviously being careful about my stomach. As we enter my room, Arrow is still sitting there, looking bored.
“Why the fuck did you let her out?” Irish growls unhappily. “You’re gonna get your ass kicked.”
Arrow shrugs. “She doesn’t think Sin wants her, thought it’d do her good to see him fighting over her.”
That’s where he was wrong.
He wasn’t fighting over me, Faye Connor.
He was fighting over his possession.
The difference in those two things is astronomical.
“I suck at life,” I mutter under my breath. I mean, I don’t really know Dex do I? Sure I knew him as a kid, but he was much older than me so it wasn’t like we hung out. I always thought he was gorgeous.
He is gorgeous.
But it’s more than that.
“What did Tracker do anyway?” Arrow asks, leaning on his elbow.
“Nothing,” I lie, not wanting them to know what went on.
“Bullshit.”
“Hey, I was told I’m not allowed to mention anything I see in this club,” I say, grinning impishly at the two men.
They both laugh. “You’re a million times better than Renee,” Irish adds.
Arrow punches him in the arm.
“Who is Renee?” I ask, trying to sound casual, but curiosity laces my tone.
“No one,” Arrow says, giving Irish a look I can clearly decipher. Shut up—it says.
I throw my hands up. “No one tells me shit around here!”
“Would you rather be back home?” Arrow asks, raising an eyebrow. I picture myself back home. My parents breathing up my neck every two seconds.
Faye, did you study?
Faye, I don’t think you should wear that. Cover up more.
Faye you already have a boyfriend at your age. The whole town is talking about you.
“No, I wouldn’t,” I reply with total honestly. “But this place is boring too.”
Irish huffs. “Only ‘cuz Sin is keeping you locked up here like a fuckin’ princess. If you were allowed out to play, you’d have a good time.”
Interesting.
“Oh and if you weren’t knocked up,” Arrow adds gruffly, eying my belly like it’s contagious.
I run my hands over my stomach. “This is true.”
The door slams open and Dex stands there, adrenalin and fury radiating from him. The air gets sucked from the room as we stare at each other.
“Out,” he growls to Arrow and Irish. Arrow flashes me a sympathetic look before he leaves. One I don’t appreciate.
Dex starts to pace, and I sit and wait for him to explode. I can feel it coming.
Feel it pulsing throughout the room.
“My kid in you, and you’re kissing another man?” he yells, punching the door twice. I flinch with each hit, then stare at the crack in the door.
“It was just a kiss! And I saw you with that skank in the hallway!” I yell, losing my temper.
“So what? It was going to be another revenge fuck? You seem to like those don’t you,” he sneers, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Don’t twist my words! It was one kiss, and he’s a nice guy,” I tell him, looking away.
He laughs but without humor. “None of these guys are nice guys Faye, they are just being that way to you because they know you’re under my protection.”
I open my mouth to reply but he cuts me off.
“Tracker, the man you think is a ‘nice guy’ killed someone last week,” he says in a tone I’ve never heard from him before. “And do you know why he did it? Because I gave him the orders to.”
My eyes flare as I take in this information. Instead of feeling scared all I can feel is anger.
“And you want to bring my kid up in all this?” I yell, standing up. “What the fuck do you want from me Dex?”
His face goes blank. “I don’t want anything from you Faye, except my kid. Now I’m going to go fuck someone, while you stay here and think about what a bitch you are.”
My face falls as he slams the door shut.
Fuck him!
I’m so done.
Chapter Thirteen
He doesn’t come back to the room that night.
I wake up early, have breakfast, and write Dex a note.
After I’m showered and dressed, I’m about to leave the clubhouse when I see the girls. Jess, Mary, Allie and a couple I’ve never met before. A beautiful woman who looks to be in her forties stares at me, and I have a feeling that this is Jim’s wife. The Queen Bee of Wind Dragons. She walks over to me, and I muster up a smile.
“You’ve been causing quite a commotion around here, I see,” she says giving me a once over. She has very light hair, and very dark eyes, the contrast quite attractive.
“Faye,” I introduce, offering her my hand.
“Cindy,” she says, shaking my hand with a tight grip. “Don’t hurt him.”
“Nice to meet you,” I tell her, thinking I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around, but whatever. I nod and smile, saying hello to the other girls then getting the hell out of there.
I don’t belong here.
I smile when I see the fence opened and no one else around. As I drive off in my little car, I feel something.
Regret.
I ignore the shit out of it.
When I turn and see a bike riding next to me I curse. It’s Vinnie—the poor guy must have being told to babysit me once again. I try to lose him to no avail. Sighing, I turn into shopping center car park. I get out and wave at him before walking to into a store that sells baby items. I look over the little baby clothes, so tiny and cute. Buying a few unisex outfits, I leave the store and head into another one. I buy some clothes I can wear as I get bigger, loose tops and stretchy dresses and pants. My phone starts to ring.
Dex.
I hit ignore and continue on my shopping expedition. After my phone rings for the fifth time, I put it on silent. There is nothing I want to say to him right now. When I walk past the cinema, I decide to go in and watch a movie. Anything to take my mind off the fact that at some point today, I’m going to have to return to the compound. Whether I want to or not. Dex will bring me back if Vinnie doesn’t. Choosing a vampire movie, I get some popcorn and water and choose a seat in the middle of the cinema. Halfway through the movie, someone sits next to me. I don’t need to turn to know who it is. His cologne is a dead giveaway, along with the way my body responds by merely being in his presence. He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t feel his gaze on me. He just sits there in silence, watching the second half of the movie. I try to concentrate on the screen in front of me, but my mind is now solely on Dexter Black. What is going to come out of that mouth of his now? Did he sleep with someone last night? Allie? Do I have the right to be upset? Probably not. He made me no promises.
What seems like hours later, the credits run and the lights turn back on. I peek a look at him, to find him staring back at me with a gentle look on his handsome face. Running a hand along the stubble on his jaw, he flashes me an apologetic smile.
But he isn’t going to charm his way out of this one.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, breaking the silence. Everyone else stands to leave the cinema, shuffling around us.
“You were gone when I woke up,” is all he says.
I grit my teeth. “I’m allowed to go wherever I want Dex.”
“Look, Faye,” he says, looking back at the screen. “There’s some shit going on right now with another MC. I just want to make sure you’re safe, that’s all.”
“I get that. I do. But you don’t need to be an asshole too,” I reply in a voice devoid of emotion.
“Babe everyone knows you’re mine. You’re mine to take care of. I brought you here,” he says, cupping my chin in his hand. “Tracker should have known better than to touch you.”