Page 35 of Bleed Me

Her eyes squinted. “Don’t fuck with me right now.”

Her attitude had me taking a deep inhale of comfort. She was so predictable it made me relax. But I still needed to know… “Babe… Did. I. Hurt. Her?”

Her lower jaw clicked several times as she studied me. “Is that what happened? You hurt a girl before?”

I could only stare at her.

“The one you love?”

She knew of Delilah, but not what I had done, so my eyes pleaded for her to stop pushing.

Probably preferring me not getting riled again, Saint told me, “Club bitch was clothed and looked fine. Just scared.”

I sighed, but then I remembered what I had seen. Trying to swallow tears that were choking me, I finally told them, “I saw her again.”

Justice gasped. “The little girl with green eyes?”

I nodded, fighting emotions that didn’t want to be contained. “I think she’s my little sister.”

“Oh, shit,” mumbled Saint, running fingers through his wavy dark blond hair.

Justice wiped my forehead again, then wiped my sweat on her jeans. “How would you not know about her until now? Maybe she’s only a part of your dreams.”

So frustrated, again I was trapped with memories from a past I wasn’t to discuss.

“Wait,” said Saint, his deep blue eyes widening. “You weren’t dreaming just now. Did you see this girl during your seizure?” I could only nod as my chest tightened with some sort of anxiety. “Giver! That’s a memory!” With excitement I couldn’t relate to, he smiled, his dimples showing. “Listen. Prez said if I thought it might help, I’m allowed to tell you a little more of my past.”

Even though no one at the club had ever witnessed my personalities, they had heard of them. I knew of Jamie’s attacks because of what Saint had told me about them. Otherwise, he kept her quite private. No one pushed for answers.

I was shocked he was willing to share. “Really?”

He studied Justice. “I’m assuming it’s a yes but need to check. Am I allowed to talk in front of you, too?”

She admitted. “All Officers know about you and your girl’s fake identities.”

“W-What? You too?” I thought of Diesel, claiming Stallion MC could handle all I had kickin’. This is what he meant. I wasn’t the only one hiding.

Toward Justice, Saint’s face hardened. “Does anybody else know?”

Solemnly, she shook her head. “No. She’s safe.”

Damn, how that woman could read men. Saint’s scowl faded as he took a deep breath. His girl was safe. Then he focused on me. “Jamie was in an institution for a bit… Until she finally remembered me again.” He exhaled a shaky breath as if that time in his life was nothing but torture for him. “I was so grateful to be getting my evermore back—”

“Evermore?”

A small but sincere smile crossed his lips as he patted his chest. “My Pretty Girl. My evermore.”

Pretty D. Staring at the ceiling, I touched my chest. Right here, Delilah.

My bedroom door suddenly slammed, pulling me from deep thought. I peered about. “Justice?” She was no longer holding my hand. Justice was just… gone.

Full of empathy, Saint asked, “What are you two gonna do, my man?”

I didn’t know why he pushed for Justice and me to act on our feelings, so I snapped, “I’m a fucked-in-the-head-measly-Prospect. We ain’t doing shit.”

“That’s not fair to her.”

“And being with her is? What could I ever give that perfect girl?”