Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(51)
It’s been a week since it happened and it still hurts as much as when it happened. I left him that night and got in a taxi. I knew he was watching me from his window, but he never came out and let me go without a fight. It makes me wonder what happened for him to be so damaged. It must have been pretty bad. I questioned Josie, but she told me that it was something only he could talk to me about. That it was too big for her to tell me and it wouldn’t be fair to him.
She told me to give it a couple of days and to go see him, that he needed to cool down after what happened with Elijah. And being the nice girl that I am—when I’m not pissed off—I listened to her and waited. Which brings us to today.
I have a day off, and Elijah is in school so I have the day to myself. I know Callum’s at the compound and while I’m a bit scared to go because I’ve never been there or been introduced to anyone, I have to go and confront him. If it goes south, then it won’t be just him and I. Not that I don’t trust him or that I think he’d physically hurt me, but since apparently he’s a mess, having his brothers around might be a good thing.
Josie told me where to go and here I am. I’ve been parked here for a few minutes, trying to gather up the courage to go inside and face him, but the truth is that I’m scared shitless of him having a go at me like he did last week. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have yelled at him, I shouldn’t have slapped him, but he pissed me right off with his comment that I shouldn’t strip if I have a kid. I still don’t get that. A lot of strippers have kids, hell, only three of the ones working at the Blue Moon aren’t mothers, and that’s including Gail. Maybe he was trying to hide something else and made that comment on purpose? Or maybe it was just a way to push me away from him without actually having to dump me? I need answers to my questions.
I take a deep breath and get out of the car. I lock it and make my way onto the property. It looks more like a big mansion than a compound like you see on TV. Or maybe it’s to make it seem normal so people won’t question it too much? Either way, it looks nice.
To my right is a playground area where a couple of kids and a pregnant lady are. Across from me, there are over twenty bikes lined up and to my left, the house. The doors are open so I walk in. I doubt if I would have knocked that someone would have answered as they appear to be celebrating something. Music is blasting and some of them are playing pool and darts. A beautiful redhead walks over to me.
“Can I help you?” she asks in a bubbly tone.
“I’m looking for Callum.” I smile at her.
“You must be Annabella.” She grins widely.
“I am. How do you know that?” I ask, confused.
“Gabe and I talked…” She grins innocently at me.
“Gabe?”
“One of the guys. Anyway, I know you and Callum have a thing.”
“Had. It ended last week.”
“Did he end it?”
“No, I slapped him and left.” I blow out a breath.
“You’ve got balls, I like that. He’s out the back by the sheds. Just around the bikes, and you’ll find him.”
“Thank you.” I smile and turn to walk out, but she stops me.
“I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but Callum is a lot more sensitive than he’s willing to admit. He’s been a mess these past couple of days, and now I can imagine why. You’ve had a serious impact on him. He deserves to be happy even if he doesn’t think so. Don’t hurt him any more than he is. If you’re just going to yell at him I’d suggest you leave.”
“I agree with you, and I’m not planning to hurt him. I never meant to, but his words cut me deep. I couldn’t take his bullshit. It was a rough night, and our fight only made it worse. I’m not planning on yelling at him. I want to fix things between us. If there’s any fixing that can be done.” I sigh.
“I’m sure if there’s someone that can bring him back it’s you.” She squeezes my hand and lets me go.
Walking out of the house, I gather my thoughts about what I’m going to tell him. I’m still not sure about any of it, I’ll just wing it I guess. I just want to see him and hopefully make it better between us. It’s been awful not having him around for a week. Not only at the strip club but at home and in general. I miss his texts and random phone calls. I miss his kisses and his cuddling. I miss the sex. It was amazing and I lost it all. That night when I walked out on him, I left a piece of me behind and I need it back in my life. I need him back in my life.
Rounding where the bikes are, I see a couple of sheds in the distance. I walk toward them and at first I can’t see anyone. I take a couple more steps, not wanting to snoop around, but something catches my attention. Not something I see, but something I hear. That sinking feeling that you get in the pit of your stomach as you know you shouldn’t look because you’ll see something that’ll f*ck you up… That’s one of these moments.
The closer I get to the noises, the clearer what is happening gets. I take two more steps, and I’m faced with Callum leaning against one of the sheds, jeans lowered, getting head by some blonde f*cking bimbo. My blood turns to ice, and I feel numb.
I know I should walk away, but I can’t. I’m hypnotized and disgusted by what I’m seeing. I wish I had never come. I wanted to make things better, and this has just made things worse. I know we’re not together anymore, but it still f*cking hurts because f*ck it, I love him. It took me losing him to realize how much I love him, and now it’s done for good. This was the final nail in the coffin.