No one had shown up for the girl, and something about that just didn’t sit right with me.
So I separated myself from the group, as if to convince myself that by doing so, I could say I wasn’t here for Kai but for her, that she had someone here to watch as she passed this important milestone, even if she didn’t even know.
She looked… sad today.
And I fucking hated that.
“This is going to come back and bite you in the ass later,” Micah said gruffly.
If left to Micah, he would have killed the girl, made it look like an accident, and called it done.
He didn’t like that I was drawing this out.
He didn’t know of my obsession. He would have called me stupid.
Perhaps he would have been right.
“I know what I’m doing,” I answered.
“Do you?”
I grunted.
“What do you want to do with the girl?”
Hurt her. Use her. Fuck her.
Keepher.
Fuck, but I wanted to keep her.
I wanted to hate her or for her to not mean anything to me. Although some part of me hated her for putting me in that hellhole for the past two years, I didn’t hate her as much as I thought I would—or should.
I didn’t answer him.
He let out a small sigh. “Fine, do whatever the fuck you want to do with her. But once you’re done, get your head out of your ass and focus on the club, yeah?”
“I’m always focused on the club,” I defended.
Fuck, but I had lived and breathed the club for the past seven years since I joined and helped Dominic make it into what it was.
“No, you’ve been distracted, and I know it has everything to do with the girl. Get over this obsession, little brother. If you want a nice pussy to sink into, there are plenty around the club who would want to be your old lady. But this girl should be off limits to you, for more reasons than the fact that she sent you to prison.”
I had never heard Micah sound so passionate about anything, and though he didn’t speak very loudly, it was hard to miss the anger in his voice.
Micah was about as emotional as a fucking tree.
Our bastard dad had called him a psycho since he was sixteen, when Micah broke our cousin’s legs as punishment for pushing me out on the street just as a car was about to drive by.
The fucker was fourteen and knew what he was doing.
He wanted to kill me.
Our dad wasn’t far off on the nickname.
Micah would make the worst enemy to anyone, but he was fucking crazy when it came down to shitheads who hurt his family, and at that time, I was his only family.
But I wasn’t that little boy who needed my big brother to protect me anymore.