Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(63)

When I’m away from her, I’m thinking about the next time I’m going to be near her again. When I’m with her, I can’t get enough of her. I want everything she has to offer. I want her body. Her soul. Her love. I want every breath she takes, every moan she whimpers spilling from her lips because of me.

Bringing her close to me, I pull the blanket back over the both of us. She’s terrible about hogging them, but I like it.

“I love you, Jillian,” I whisper into her hair.

I’ll kill her before I let her leave me.

***

The whistle of Kill Bill wakes me from my sleep. Squinting against the sunlight, the phone goes off again.

Cursing, I get off the bed and head into the living room, finding my jeans on the floor.

Three missed calls, and three texts. All from Felix. Shit, I forgot to check in with him yesterday. I better get to the club; since I’ve been away, my uncle has made it his personal playgroup.

I get dressed and head back into the bedroom. Jillian is naked, tangled in the sheet, her black furball sleeping at the top of her pillow.

My phone goes off again, another text from Felix. What the f*ck?

I open the first text.

Where are you, man? Haven’t heard from you…

I’ve called and called. You don’t reply, I’m having Mac trace your f*cking cell!

You missed Church.

I open the last text and find a picture of Jillian’s house. My eyes widen, my heart racing. He’s here!

Swiping my hands through my hair, I stride out of the house and find Felix on his bike right out front.

I head down the steps.

“You f*cking had Mac trace my cell phone?” I seethe.

“Man, you don’t so much as piss without me knowing. You’ve been gone, I didn’t know if some club offed you, Frank got you, or what!” He points at the house. “Who’s in there?”

I shrug. “A chick.”

“Hmm. Where’s your bike?” He tilts his head to the side.

Rubbing my forehead, I try to think of a reason that would explain why I park around the corner… but I don’t have one.

Ignoring him, I walk toward my bike. Hearing boots thud against the ground, I look over my shoulder, finding Felix following me.

“And why would you park around the block? You hiding something?”

I stop, anger rushing through my veins.

“I think you better head back to the club, and keep your nose in your own shit,” I bark.

He nods, looking off into the distance. He turns around and walks toward Jillian’s garage, looking in, and I know right then and there that the game is up.

“What. The. Fuck!” He jumps back, his hands in his hair.

“It’s not what you think.”

He scoffs.

“You f*cking that?”

I rub at the back of my neck. “I tried, man. I tried like hell to stay away… I just couldn’t.” I shake my head.

“You’re actually serious. Do you realize what you’ve done?”

I don’t say anything, because anything he has to say has already crossed my mind a million times.

“They’ll kill you.” He shoves me hard and I swallow, trying to stay calm.

“They will kill you!” he repeats, shoving me again. Having enough, I shove him back so hard he falls on his ass. But not for long; he jumps to his feet and gets in my face.

“We have history, Felix, and I love you like a brother. But don’t take that as a weakness.”

“They. Will. Kill. You,” he whispers, his eyes glossy.

“I know.” I push the words through clenched teeth.

“They’ll kill her, too.” He points at the house, his eyes never leaving mine.

I don’t respond, because that will never happen. I won’t let it, my eyes conveying that clearly.

“You’re a f*cking traitor.” He shakes his head and steps back. “You didn’t just turn on the club, you turned on me.” He curses under his breath and starts heading back to his bike, and guilt rips through me.

“It’s not like that, Felix.”

He stops in his tracks and turns.

“If you care about her at all… you’ll break it off.”

Just the words have panic rising in my chest. Looking down, I shake my head.

“I—I can’t.”

Silence falls, so I look up at him. His face is red, his nostrils flaring, fists clenched.

“Fuck you!” he hollers, walking back to his bike.

I know I should leave Jillian. I know I broke my oath to the brotherhood. But I can’t walk away, and now we’re both screwed.

***

Walking into the club, the scent of cheap perfume, body odor, and beer greet me.

“Zeek!” Dolly throws her arms out in excitement. She runs toward me, but I hold my hand out, stopping her. Her mouth is swollen, her tooth crooked as shit. Jillian made a mess of her face. I silently smile to myself, proud that my woman can take care of herself.

“You look like shit.” I smirk. “You deserved it.”

She stops, blinking in confusion.

“Hey, Zeek!” Tinker smiles big. I ignore her.

“The boys are waiting,” Felix informs me, poking his head out of the church doors. Shoving past Dolly, I head into the chapel.