Moving his hand to cup the back of my head, he pulls me to him. “It’s just going to take time.”
He’s holding me and telling me these things, but all my brain is processing is that I’m damaged goods and can’t even handle a guy kissing me. God knows how I’d handle it if I tried to have sex.
Fury’s not going to want to wait around for me to get my shit together over this. Why would any guy do that when there are a million other girls out there they could have?
I step out of his hold. “I have to go.”
He frowns. “Where?”
I’m already halfway to the door. “I have to get something from Sarge and take it home for Holly.” Lies, lies, all lies. I need to get away from you and all this disappointment and confusion I’m feeling.
“Zara,” he says as I step out of the room, but I’m not stopping.
I run down the hallway. Because my mind is in chaos, I don’t see King until it’s too late, and I run into him.
He stops and eyes me with a frown. “You okay?”
Shit.
I’ve just come from the clubhouse bedrooms, an area I know he would not allow me to be.
I quickly nod. “I have to go.”
Without waiting for his response, I push past him and run to my car.
The last thing I see as I drive down the clubhouse driveway is Fury standing watching me. He doesn’t come after me, which only proves I was right: he doesn’t want me now he knows I’m damaged.
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Fury
* * *
Fuck.
I watch Zara drive out the gates of the clubhouse and mentally beat myself up over what I just did to her. I should have known better
than to put my hands on her when she’s barely acknowledged her rape, let alone worked through the trauma of it.
Going after her is all I want to do, but I’m not convinced it’s what she needs. I’ll give her some space and time to sort through everything she’s thinking and feeling, and then I’ll go to her.
When I can no longer see her car, I walk back inside. A text comes through as I enter the bar.
* * *
King: My office. Now.
* * *
I run into Hyde on my way down the hallway. He stops me and says, “King’s pissed as hell at you about something. I’ve got no clue what, but just a friendly warning: proceed with caution. I haven’t seen him this worked up for a long fucking time.”
“Thanks, brother.”
I haven’t fucked anything up that King’s asked me to do, so I’m not sure what’s going on. Must be a misunderstanding. Either that or Hyde’s got his facts screwed up. However, when I enter King’s office, he’s in a filthy mood.
He shoves his chair back and stands. “Shut the door,” he barks, his body language screaming his anger.
I close the door. “Fuck, King, what’s—”