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When she’s in front of me, I don’t move. I take in every little feature, from the darkness beneath her eyes, to the small freckle near the corner of her top lip that I love to kiss. My eyes start to tear, struggling to understand that she’s here. I sniff and stand, taking the helmet off the seat behind me. I turn to her to see her eyes on my arm, her brows furrowed.
I rasp, “I wrecked my bike a few days ago. I’m okay.”
I place the helmet on her head as she whispers, “Again?”
Gently, I take her hand and guide her to my bike, my freshly painted bike.
Fuck, I’m surprised the thing still runs with how I’ve treated it lately.
I grip her hand as goosebumps rise across my skin. I ignore her question, not at all shocked Breaker told her what I’ve been up to, and help her on my motorcycle. I climb in front of her and turn the bike on, revving it, waiting.
She knows what I want.
She takes a few moments, but finally, she scoots forward, her front presses against my back as her arms go around my waist. One hand splaying on my abs, the other gripping my cut, and then finally, fucking finally, her head laying against my back. I feel like I’m home.
I don’t move for about five minutes, my hands splayed on top of hers, enjoying the feeling, my tears freely falling. Seeing her in that room after so long, I thought I was dreaming, but now, her holding me, I don’t want to move. I want to freeze in this moment.
It isn’t until she squeezes me that I sigh and rev my bike, spinning out of the maintenance parking lot.
I take the long way back to the club, not wanting to lose her warmth, placing my hand on her calf as much as possible before I get to the front gates. David lets me in instantly, not looking at the person on my back, probably thinking it's Prue, despite her never riding bitch.
I thank my lucky stars, and speed off down the dirt path toward my house before anyone can notice us. The brothers aren’t aware she’s back yet.
Fuck, I’m happy the bitch is at her apartment tonight and not in the club.
When I get near my house, I press the button for the garage, not at all bothered about her seeing the Range Rover. I just manage to squeeze the bike in. It’s a tight squeeze with my truck in here as well, but I don’t need anyone to know I’m home.
I need this time with Kennedy to get everything on the table.
I climb off first before helping her off, taking her helmet off as her eyes go to the vehicle she’s dreamed of having.
She asks, “New car?”
I hum, placing her helmet back under my seat, and admit, “It’s yours,” making her head whip my way in shock. I shrug and go to the side door before looking over my shoulder. I see her eyes go to the Range Rover before she looks around.
“Come on, Pixie,” I rasp, but she shakes her head. I know what she’s thinking, but she’s about to be proved wrong, and I snap, “You either move your ass, baby, or I come over there and throw you over my shoulder.”
Her eyes widen. "And what exactly are you going to tell your old lady when you carry me through her home, huh?”
I smirk. “My old lady is currently standing in front of me being stubborn.” She opens her mouth to speak, fire burning in those beautiful dark green eyes of hers, but I state loudly, “Now, are you going to get your ass inside or shall we discuss, right here, why you decided to bury a fucking body to protect me!”
She freezes before her breathing picking up, her eyes wide. She bites her bottom lip, thinking before nodding, and then walks over to me. I open the door, and she bends under my arm, going in. I follow her through the kitchen and watch as she takes in the living area and the different furniture from when she was last here. She raises a brow.
I just shrug and admit, “My anger has been hard to control,” causing her to furrow her brows, concern shining for me. Shaking her head, she turns and walks over to my fireplace, looking at all the pictures of us over the years on the mantelpiece for a few minutes before she speaks.
“Pretty sure Prue hates this, huh?”
I grunt from where I’m leaning against the counter, my arms crossed over my chest, and admit, “Wouldn’t know, she’s never been here. This house, Kennedy, is your dream home. I built it for you, no one else.”
She looks my way, tears shining, and states, “And yet you made her your old lady after telling me you were broken up. You told me you loved me, but she’s wearing your cut.”
I shake my head. “Baby, Prue and I were never together to begin with. We had four dates, that’s it, and fucked once.” Her eyes widen.
Finally, after too long, I admit, “She filmed you burying Nick.”
She takes a step back in shock, and I tilt my head.
“Pixie, she tried telling me she was pregnant with my child after that one time I fucked her, admitting she poked holes in the condom, the same child she apparently gave birth to and buried months ago, yet Tech can’t find fuck all on it.” I push myself up and stalk toward my girl as her mouth hangs open. I continue, “When she didn’t get what she hoped after claiming she was pregnant…. She showed me her phone. She showed me the love of my fucking life burying a body to protect me.” She squeezes her eyes tight before looking at me again. When I stand in front of her, her tears falling, I sneer, “I had to make that bitch my old lady because she has footage I can’t fucking find, footage that Tech can’t fucking find. Footage that can send you to jail. I hurt you, Kennedy, to fucking save you, all while destroying myself in the process. And before I could let you know, you fucking left!”
