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“Right now, all I need is to get my ass in the ring and work some of the anger out of my system before I end up doing something stupid like going to her house to wait her out there.” I’m tempted more so than ever to go there and do just that. Her words still ring in my ears from when she was here at the clubhouse to defend Lily. How she said, it was her aunt who told her I’d been cheating on her, which is complete bullshit.
I have questions, and she’s the only one who can answer them.
Fuse and Pitch Black get to their feet, and I follow suit.
“Let’s get to it then,” Fuse remarks, jutting his chin toward the hall going toward the back that leads into the gym.
“We’ll spar it out, and you can tell us what the fuck is goin’ on in your head,” Pitch Black says, looking ready to murder someone.
I understand my cousin more than most anyone does. He’s the type to tell you how it is after fuckin’ you up for fucking with his family. He’d kill. He has killed. He’ll do whatever it takes. And I know in his head that includes me, though I can handle myself. He sees it as his job for two reasons. One, he’s more like a big brother to me. Two, he’s the enforcer of this club and takes his position seriously.
“Right, we’ll talk and fuck each other up,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Just like old times.”
CHAPTER THREE
CAMILLA
“Sweetheart, are you feeling all right?” Ezra asks, staring at me from across the table.
Am I all right?
No, I’m not. I haven’t been for weeks. Not since seeing Lynch again for the first time in years. It’s been nearly a month since I walked into the clubhouse to handle things for Lily, one of the member’s now wife. I’ve spoken to her and Speed. I’ve even met with Pitch Black, Lynch’s cousin, who came to the office demanding to speak with me. I gave him a moment of time, but that was it mostly because I was in a rush to get to the courthouse.
I don’t know what came over me that day I’d been at the clubhouse, and he carted me off to his room. I’d let him screw me right there against the wall. It felt so good. Amazing. I hadn’t had sex in years. I’ve been on dates, I’ve kissed other men, but I’d never had sex. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I never understood why. Maybe it’s because they never made me feel what I felt with Lynch. They never made my body react the way he did, and evidently, he can still bring a response from me.
I shake off the thoughts and smile at Ezra. We’d gone to the gala together, along with my aunt. The two of them socializing more than I did. I swear, sometimes I feel like Rose from the Titanic movie, where the fiancé and the mother spoke more than the fiancé and Rose did. Unlike them though, I’m not on a ship that’s going to sink to the bottom of the ocean.
“I’m fine, Ezra, it’s just been a long few days at work is all,” I answer and reach out to squeeze his hand. The two of us have been dating for three months now, and I know he wants to take things to the next level.
“You work too much, Camilla,” Ezra states, just as he’s said more times than I can count in the time we’ve been together.
Usually, I’d have ended it by now, but my aunt is pro-Ezra. She wants us together. She says she sees good things in the future if I marry him, but what she doesn’t know is I’m still married to Lynch. A man she never liked and wanted to protect me from she claimed when she showed me the proof she’d found on him.
I inwardly shake the thought away before I can jump into the abyss of a rabbit hole that will lead me nowhere. “I like my job at the firm and the challenges I’m faced with,” I inform him and take a sip from the wine glass, tasting the overly expensive wine he ordered. I’d much prefer a beer to wine, but I’ve kept my mouth shut every time he orders wine. “Besides, you also work endless hours.”
“True,” Ezra grins, confirming this. “Though I’m good at multitasking.”
There it is, he’s claiming I don’t know how to do something. What he doesn’t know is I’m more than capable of doing this and have so many times over the years. I didn’t nearly kill myself to finish not just college, but law school early not to be able to do this.
“How is the project you told me about the other day going? Have you finished it yet?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Ah, it’s coming along perfectly.” He chuckles and starts talking about it while I pretend to listen and sip my wine.
I smile and speak up whenever it’s expected, all the while thinking of other things. I also conclude that our time together is coming to an end. There’s no future for us. As nice as Ezra is, I don’t see us together any longer. No matter how cute he is, he doesn’t do anything for me, and I’m not going to fool myself any longer that he possibly could if I wanted him to.
Ezra’s phone rings, and he excuses himself from the table to take the call. While he does this, I finish my wine and prepare myself to break the news to him. I don’t want to hurt him, but I’m doubtful it would even phase him.
Moments later, Ezra comes back and reclaims his seat. “I’m sorry about that, sweetheart,” he says, leaning forward, that grin of his forming on his lips. “How about after dinner we go to my apartment?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” I murmur, shaking my head in denial and taking a breath. “I think it would be best if we end our relationship.”
“End our relationship?” he questions, looking surprised by my announcement.
“Yes,” I confirm for him. “This isn’t working for me, Ezra.”
“And this doesn’t have anything to do with anyone else?” he demands, the surprise leaving his eyes, only to narrow in anger.
“No, Ezra, it has nothing to do with anyone else. You know I’m not that type of person,” I ascertain.
