My revenge was to see that motherfucking bitch drowning in her own blood. “I don’t think you can give me that. She’s your mother after all.”
“Not anymore.” Rage pulsed off his body. His fists clenched and unclenched. An unfamiliar fire blazed in his eyes. Not the kind of anger I was used to from him. It was…morbid and sad. Deep. “There’s something else you need to know.”
“What?”
“You were…” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with that same sad fury. “The assault… We lost our baby.”
My mind took some time to register what he’d just said, yet something faster flicked inside me. Instinct, I guessed. “I was pregnant?”
He nodded, his eyes reddening. “Owl, Doc, estimated you were about two or three weeks.”
I blinked as tears burned my eyes. But they wouldn’t fall. I wouldn’t let them fall.
The pain in my abdomen and vagina was accounted for now. I was beaten and raped until I had a miscarriage. My hand touched my stomach. Instantly, I felt emptier than I already was.
Dusty embraced me and showered my head with little, warm, quick kisses, telling me it was okay to cry and take my time to grieve.
I pulled away fast. “Why would I do that? It’s best that we lost it.”
He stared at me like I’d just backstabbed him. “What?”
“You heard me. You couldn’t be possibly thinking about having children.”
“A year ago, maybe. But after I met you, everything has changed. You drive me crazy I forget to pull out, still I rarely use protection with you. Don’t you remember how I was so fucking determined to put a baby in your belly the stupid night you broke up with me? To maybe leave something from me inside you that will bring you back to me? I want everything with you, Cameron.”
“That’s not what I meant. Look around you, Dusty. Look at yourself. What I’m saying is that the world doesn’t need any more Night Skulls’ offspring.”
His eyes narrowed at me. It seemed that I’d hurt him deep. “I know you’re in a fucking dark place right now, and you don’t mean any of the shit you’re saying. But you don’t have to be a dick.”
I just looked at him.
He shut the door, and then cupped my face in his hands, his eyes soft again. “Baby, once I find Beth and close this page for good, we’ll go away like you always wanted,” he whispered. “We’ll start a family far away from all this shit where you can be safe and happy.” His lips touched mine gently. “I love you, Cammie.”
I didn’t return his kiss. “What do you mean we’ll go away?”
“I’ll leave the Night Skulls. Will close the chapter if I have to,” he whispered again. “Fuck, I’d already left that night. That’s what I came to tell you then.” He kept going on and on, making promises of a better life. Promises a guy like him could never keep.
“Look what your trying to leave got us. You will do no such thing again,” I interrupted, keeping my voice low. Obviously, he didn’t want anybody to hear about his plans.
“No, baby. We have to get out of here. You were right about this place. And after what happened, we have to—”
“I was wrong. You should have never left. I should have never asked you to do so. We’re living here. It’s where you belong. It’s where I belong now.”
A grimace distorted his face. His eyes pierced into me. “Cammie—”
“I’m not going anywhere. We’re running thisclub. Together.”
CHAPTER 23
Dusty
Who would have ever thought Cameron Delaney would say she wanted to live in Rosewood with the Night Skulls and run the fucking place?
I chuckled at the thought, not paying much attention to how serious she looked when she said that shit. She was still in shock. She hadn’t shed a fucking tear. Her head was a fucked up mess, and she needed time to get it together and think straight again.
To open up again.
I watched Cammie in her sleep after Owl gave her enough painkillers to knock her out for what was left of the night and the next morning. Even with all the bruises, she still looked like an angel.