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He frowned for a moment, then he shook his head. “No, but where else would you want to go?”

I sighed. “I have to. By now, my mum would have heard about the detention. She’ll call the cops if I don’t come home.”

Adrian’s smirk should have told me to run, but instead, I stepped closer, relishing in his bad boy mystique. “Do you trust me?”

I should have said no, we just met, but instead, I grinned back at him and took his proffered hand.

Myth

Once I settled things with the boys in church, I headed straight down the hall to my room. Cowboy had told me he hadn’t re-locked it, but he had a feeling that would be telling if she was still in there when I got back.

My heart raced as I approached the door. If she wasn’t here, I’d lose it, and if she was, I didn’t know if I would be able to stop myself from claiming her again. My dick was already hard knowing she’d be on my bed.

Turning the doorknob, I entered the room.

Rox was sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up and her fingers fidgeting with something in her hand. She had a faraway look in her eye and I knew she was deep in thought.

It gave me a moment to really look at her, how she’d grown, she’d filled out, and how fucking drop dead beautiful she was.

She always had been.

“Rox.”

My voice was strangled, almost like I’d been crying or hadn’t spoken in days.

Slowly, she looked up and over at me, her eyes watery and puffy from crying. Immediately, my chest tightened. I hated seeing her upset. I’d murder anyone who tried to upset her, and yet, I knew it was because of me.

“I’ll sleep in another room.”

I turned to leave, to give her space, when I heard her call out my name.

“Please stay.”

My heart hammered, my chest aching at how weak she sounded. I locked the door and headed over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it, my back to her so I didn’t have to see the tears I was causing.

“Adrian, come over here. Sit next to me,” she pleaded. “I won’t bite.”

I felt the smirk break over my face and I stood, turning to face her. She had laid back against the headboard, her ankles crossed over each other. I removed my kutte and my boots, and moved up onto the bed, sitting next to her, in the same position she was in.

We were silent for a while, just being in each other’s company, a calmness washing over me. Like I was with the only person in this world who truly understood me and it was nice to not have to be someone I didn’t want to be. I didn’t have to be tough, I didn’t have to be bossy. I just could be…Adrian with her.

“Tell me about him.”

I didn’t know where the question had come from, but once it was out, I couldn’t take it back. I sat and waited for her to respond, every second she was quiet, it was like a dagger to the heart.

“Do you really want to know?”

“I want to know what you’re like away from the clubhouse, what your life is like now.”

I didn’t want to tell her that I knew, that I’d been watching her for years, jerking off when I knew she was horny or when she came home from the club in a short dress and fuck me boots.

“It’s…quiet, calm. Beck is sensible, I guess is the word I’d use.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.”

She sighed, but she wasn’t angry. It was almost like she was sighing because she knew I was right.

“I’m not the same girl from back then, Adrian.”