We hold onto each other, letting the water help relax us. When we catch our breaths, he holds my chin, keeping my gaze on him. “I’m gonna marry you, Harper Kingsley.”
My heart explodes and my eyes fill with tears. The love he has for me is undeniable. It’s not said in words often, but I feel it every day. I’m meant to be with him, I know that. Coming back to him was never an option. It was destiny.
We end up washing each other, leading to another orgasm each, before we finally make it to bed. I fall asleep in his protective arms, thinking I never want it to end.
The ringing of my phone wakes me and I groan reaching for it. I look at the time and it’s only seven in the morning, but I notice it’s Ivy and my heart picks up.
“Hello?”
As soon as I say it, Zane jumps up looking at me.
“Harper, I just came outside and there is something on your car. It’s an envelope and I’m too afraid to open it.”
Fuck. “Okay, we’ll be there in a minute.” I hang up and look at Zane. “Ivy found an envelope on my car. We need to get over there.”
We both jump up and dress quickly. Zane is on the phone telling Kace and Riley to meet us. Five minutes after the call we are on our way. My heart is pounding and he knows because he rests his hand on mine. I rest my head against his back and try to calm down.
We pull up at the same time as Kace and Riley. I don’t bother going to her door, Zane pulls the envelope off the windshield and tears it open.
I told you to stay away. Your club knows. You brought this on yourself.
Not only is there a note, but a picture of Zane and me hugging.
Zane squeezes the note in his hand. “Fuck,” he yells. “We need to get to the club.”
“Wait, I need to warn Ivy. It’s my fault she’s now in danger,” I say, looking between him and her door.
“Go, we’ll bring Ivy back with us,” Kace says.
I don’t want to go, but Zane pulls me to his bike. As we drive off, Kace is at the door talking to her. She’s gonna be so pissed at me. The last thing she wanted was to be mixed up in the club, nevermind both of them. It’s why she was nervous about driving my car. Now I’ve brought it to her door, literally.
We pull up to the club, the anger is rolling off of him. Brooks and Enzo are there when we walk in. “I’m fucking over this shit,” Zane yells, throwing the newest note at them.
Enzo reads it and shakes his head. “Who the fuck is it?” he growls.
“Whoever it is, is the one who told Kingsley. They set this in motion,” Brooks says.
“They’re fucking dead,” Zane hisses.
I sit down and drop my head into my hands. It’s never gonna end. Not until my father has what he wants, me.
“Harper, can you think of anyone? Someone you’ve got trouble with?” Enzo asks.
I shake my head, not lifting it. “Only Shattered Souls,” I breathe out.
“Well it’s sure as fuck not us,” yells Zane.
My mind starts spinning. I know it’s not Zane, never thought for a second it was. But what if it’s all just a great cover? What if this is their ultimate revenge? Listening to how pissed Zane is and how the other two are trying to calm him down, it makes something snap.
I jump up and my chair falls behind me. They all turn and look at me, staring like I’m fucking crazy and maybe at this point I am. “You wanted me here to get to my father. You wanted to make sure he suffered. You were willing to put my life on the line to get what you needed. Forgive me if I have a hard time believing you are all innocent,” I yell, crossing my arms. More so to protect myself from the look on Zane’s face.
He’s pissed, no he’s livid. His eyes are narrowed, his jaw is twitching, and he’s all but panting. Brooks and Enzo look at me with pitying eyes, which enrages me. I’d rather deal with Zane’s anger than their pity. I don’t want anyone’s pity.
“What the fuck did you say?” Zane asks calmly. Only there is nothing calm about him. He’s ready to kill. I stand my ground, not saying a word and he steps closer. His eyes are drilling into me, causing me more pain than it should.
“Z, relax,” Enzo says, putting his hand on his shoulder.
Zane knocks it off and steps in front of me. “After all we’ve done, you can still question our loyalty? My fucking loyalty?”