I scowled at him, and Walker laughed. “Good to see you’re not that same young, scared girl that used to cling onto Damien every moment he was around.”
“Shut it, Walker,” Damien warned, his voice dropping an octave. Walker held his hands up in a surrendering gesture, but a smirk played at his lips. He had always enjoyed getting under Damien’s skin. “What room is she going to be staying in?” Damien asked.
I narrowed my eyes at Damien. “You’re going to be leaving me here?” I asked as I angrily crossed my arms over my chest.
Damien sighed. “Yes, darlin’, but I will be coming back to get you as soon as I deal with this shit with Mark. I won’t take any chances that he’ll get his hands on you. This entire club will make sure you’re protected.”
I scowled up at him. “I don’t appreciate you just making this kind of decision without letting me know,” I snapped up at him. Just like four years ago. We were back to this shit.
“Hayley,” he gently warned.
I shook my head, tightening my arms over my chest. He sighed and leaned down, pressing his lips to my forehead. I closed my eyes. “I’ll be coming back here every chance I get to spend time with you,” he assured me. I looked back up at him, knowing the old Damien wouldn’t have done that. He would have left me alone, only calling when necessary to make sure I was okay. “I just got you back, darlin’. I’m not planning on going anywhere.”
Blowing out a breath, I finally nodded. He gently gripped my chin and pressed his lips to mine. “Quinn will be bringing you a duffel bag of clothes, and Walker’s old lady will help you shower and get around when I’m not here.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my cheek. “I’ve got to run, but I’ll be back, baby girl,” he promised.
I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. He released a soft growl and deepened the kiss. I moaned softly in the back of my throat, wishing to everything fucking holy that my leg wasn’t injured right then so he could take me to a back room and fuck me senseless, giving me a proper goodbye.
He pulled back from me all too soon, and with one last, longing look at me, he turned on his heel and walked out of the clubhouse.