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I’m fucking pissed. It’s possible that anyone who looks at me can see steam coming out of my ears. That is how angry I am right now. And I have every right to be angry.
Today was my doctor’s appointment after I had physical therapy yesterday. And I got great news during both appointments. I’m not mad about that.
What I am fuming about is the fact that Crosby wasn’t there for either appointment. Yeah. That’s right.
The same man who didn’t want me to lift even my pinky finger for months and insisted on driving me to every single appointment until I was given the all-clear to drive again, didn’t show up to my last, and arguably most important, appointments.
I’m shocked, honestly.
And hurt.
I think that’s why I’m as mad as I am. Because my heart aches.
What I can’t understand is why he put in so much time and effort to be there for me, to show me who he was, only for him to fumble right at the end. It doesn’t make any sense, but you better fucking believe that I’m going to get to the bottom of it.
I shake my head as I grip the steering wheel tighter as I grind my molars together. Everything in me is screaming to run and hide, but I’m not going to be a coward. Not today. Nope.
I know that the club has been dealing with some shit. I was more than willing to give Apostle some leeway. I didn’t push him even though he’s been distant the last few days.
No, it was more than being distant. It was like he was conflicted about something.
I was really worried about him, but I didn’t want to push him. Not with everything he was wrestling with. I was hoping he would come to me and talk about it, but he didn’t.
And now he didn’t show up to either of my last appointments. I didn’t need him there yesterday to antagonize Devin again, to be fair, but I really thought he would want to hear my doctor give me a clean bill of health today.
Crosby always looked so fucking haunted every time the shooting was brought up. I don’t think he had a change of heart, but I can’t figure out what could keep him from showing up.
He’s always showed up. Even when I was pushing him away and wishing on every falling star for him to leave me the fuck alone. Now that I’ve accepted him, now that I’ve fallen in love with him, he doesn’t show. Really? What the actual fuck?
It doesn’t make any sense.
When I pull up to the gate of the DSMC clubhouse, the Prospect there looks surprised to see me. As he starts to walk toward me, I direct my anger in his direction. He immediately holds up his hands and opens the gate.
There are a lot of bikes and cars in the lot in front of the clubhouse, far more than would normally be here at this time. But I tell myself that they’ve been dealing with more than they usually do, and it’s probably an all hands on deck kind of situation.
Every step I take as I climb out of my car and head toward the clubhouse door feels like winged fury. And that fury fucking explodes, leaving me feeling vulnerable while still pissed, the moment I swing open the door and freeze.
Because the first and, frankly, only thing I see is Apostle sitting on one of the couches with a young woman looking up at him. Her eyes are big and round, but even I can see the innocence and honesty she’s trying to convey is fake as fuck. If how close they are wasn’t bad enough, she’s touching him.
Fucking touching him.
My breathing becomes labored pants, as I try and keep myself from screeching out a war cry and launching myself at them. I don’t even know who I would attack at this point. I can read my Crosby like a book and there is no interest in his gaze.
The way he’s looking at her is nothing like the way he looks at me.
Still, knowing it doesn’t stop the rage from becoming a flame that slowly engulfs my body.
Then there’s her. She knows exactly what she’s doing. I’ve known calculating women in my time and this one thinks she’s a master. The way she believes that she has my man wrapped around her finger is almost comical.
Almost.
The silence in the common room is deafening.
I’m a little too far away to hear exactly what they’re talking about, but I can read her body language. Her lips move and whatever she says to him is a proposition. Crosby’s lip curls up slightly in disgust, but he tempers his reaction for some reason.
It hits me like a damn sledgehammer—this is the woman he rescued from that place.
