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Ciara gapes at me. Are you asking to get shot?
Spike won t shoot me. If he wanted to, he would have. Trust me, I murmur.
Spike waves his hand, and the men lower their guns. He pulls a pair of sunglasses over his head
and begins walking towards us. When his gazes fall on Ciara, he stops. He just stops dead in his
tracks.
The fuck are you doin here? he barks at her.
Play nice, Spike. She only wants to talk, I say.
He turns to glare at me. What the fuck are you doin here?
Visiting my old pal.
He raises his brows at me. You got far too much sass, girl.
I grin at him. Just admit it, you want to be my friend.
His lips twitch, and there s something about Spike that makes me feel completely safe around
him. He s kind of like Cade; he acts tough, and I have no doubt he is, but he s also gentle inside. It s
written all over him. For someone like me, that s lived a life around evil, I can pick the people that
have black hearts and the ones who are just putting on a show.
You re lucky your man paid me my money.
You and I both know you never wanted to hurt me, Spike.
He raises his brows. I m reconsidering that decision.
I grin again, and watch as he turns back to Ciara. She s just watching him. I can t see her
expression or his, because they re both wearing sunglasses.
Why are you here, Ciara? Ain t got nothin to fuckin say to you.
His voice is hard, but I can hear a hint of pain behind his anger.
I just wanted to talk with you.
As I said, he growls, ain t got nothin to fuckin say.
If you ll just let me&
What part of that don t you understand? he barks. You re nothin to me. You never were. You
were no more than a revenge fuck. Stop tryin to be my friend; it s too late for that. You let your folks
drag me through hell to get vengeance for your sister. You made my life a living hell. I couldn t care
less if you dropped off the face of this earth.
My mouth drops open, and Ciara nods weakly. I understand. I do. I just wanted to say sorry. I
wanted you to know I forgive you.
Forgive me? he roars, storming over and gripping the fence. He shakes it hard. Forgive me
for what? For tryin to protect her? That other cunt is more to blame than me. I never wanted her to
leave the fuckin house. You forgave him right away, so don t you fuckin come in here and try to
make yourself feel better. That s all you re fuckin doin , is makin your own demons go away. Fuck
you, Ciara.
Spike spins around, storming towards the warehouse.
Spike, please, you know I care about you! she calls, her voice raw and broken.
Go and fuckin die! he roars, throwing the rude finger up over his shoulder. Well, that went
well.
Ciara turns, rushing off towards the car. I just stand at the gate for a moment, before yelling,
Hey you!
Spike stops and turns, looking at me. He s panting, his body trembling with rage and emotion.
You re a fucking jerk! If I could get past this gate, I would kick your ass! I know you re better
than that, Spike, it s written all over you. Stop living behind that shield, it s so fucking see through.
I don t give him a chance to respond. I turn on my heel and walk off towards the truck. When I
get in, Ciara is crying. I reach across and grip her hands.
He ll come around, just give him time.
God, I hope I m right.
Because it s clear as day to me Spike and Ciara have some serious feelings for each other.
******
I arrive back at the compound an hour later for my shift. I know I m late, but that s not uncommon
for the girls that work there; it s about time I got my turn. When I arrive, Cade is pacing outside the
front doors. Uh oh. He turns when he hears my boots crunching, and he comes storming over. I guess
he figured out what I just did, either that or he s just pissed I went out and didn t tell him where.
When he reaches me, I can see his eyes flaring. Shit, he s pissed.
What. The. Fuck, he barks.
What? I say, in a casual tone.
You fuckin went behind my back, and took Ciara to the Heaven s Sinners lot.
God, he knows everything.
She wanted to see Spike, I snap. She had the right.
I fuckin gave you a direct, mother fuckin order.
You don t own me, Cade! We might be together, I might be your Old Lady, but you don t
fucking own me!
He s panting with rage now. Do you have any fuckin idea how bad that could have gone? Do
you have any clue what those men could have done to you?
They weren t going to hurt me, I yell.
Fuck it, Addison, he roars. When are you goin to fuckin grow up?
Stop treating me like this, I cry. You think you can just tell me what to do all the time, but you
can t!
I fuckin can, and I fuckin will.
No!
He steps closer, gripping my shoulders. I protect what s mine, you fuckin know that. You
runnin off like that, you put yourself and me in danger. If you don t fuckin care about yourself, fine,
but you should fuckin care about this club. What would you have done if Spike decided he didn t like
you on his territory? What would you have done if he decided to start a fuckin war? What if someone
you loved got hurt, because of you? That could have happened far more easily than you could fuckin
imagine. Wake up to yourself, Addison, the world don t fuckin revolve around you.
He lets me go, and storms away. My heart is thudding, and his words burn me to my very core.
Because they re true.
They re so horribly, painfully, true.
~*CHAPTER 18*~
PRESENT
Order up! I yell, sliding a tray of beer towards Mindy.
She spins, grips the tray and takes it to the group of bikers sitting on the table to the left of us. I
begin pouring another lot of beers. I hear the rumble of Harley s coming into the compound, and I
realize my father and the guys are back from their trip to find Jasper. I finish up with the beers, and
walk out to greet them. When my father sees me, he puts a smile on his face, but it s fake. I can see
right through him.
You didn t find him, did you? I say when I get close.
No, we couldn t find him.
My chest tightens, but I force a smile. It will be fine. He ll show up.
He could be hiring anyone to find you now Spike has pulled out.
Did you ever think of asking Spike to tell him where I am, and luring him close?
Thought of it, but it s too risky. If one of us isn t on our game, just for a second, he could have
you.
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