side.
Ace climbs off his own bike and joins me. “Chapel, I haven’t done right by you. Both of you should have been getting the help you needed after you came to us.”
I jump in, “I thought I was helping you by keeping you safe, Darlin’, but fuck, you needed so much more than that. I realize that now.” I step toward her, lifting my hands to cup her cheeks. Her gaze is intently focused on mine. “I was a selfish man, Haven. I thought maybe you wouldn’t need me anymore if I let someone else try to help you. It was wrong, and I can’t let you go on like you are. You can’t fuckin’ live like I’ve been letting you—too fuckin’ scared to even leave your room. That’s no way to be and look at the shit that happened today because of the move.”
Her lids brim with unshed tears. “Why can’t I talk to you? I don’t want to talk with someone else. I only need you.”
One side of my lips lift. “That’s just it, Haven, you aren’t talking to me, and I wouldn’t let you even if you tried. I failed you and my club, and I’m sorry about that.”
The first tear trickles down her cheek. Using my thumb, I wipe it away, only to have it followed by another and another. “You didn’t fail me, Storm.”
“You don’t see it right now, but you will.”
Chapel speaks, “We will try.”
Haven’s eyes snap to her sister’s. “Chapel!”
Chapel nods her head. “Just try.”
“Just try?” Haven repeats. I can hear the skepticism in her tone.
Ace agrees, “Just try.”
Haven glances back at me. “Will you go in with me?”
Grinning, I run my hand over her long dark hair. “If that’s what you want, Darlin’.”
She nods. “I do, and I will try for you, Storm.”
Picking her up off my bike, I hold her close to my chest as the four of us enter the building. Once we’re on the elevator, Ace pushes the button for the ninth floor.
Once we arrive, Ace knocks on the door, and it quickly opens. “I was expecting you a while ago.”
I push past her to get inside the room. “We got tied up with other shit, Kayla.”
Kayla’s gaze travels over Haven. “What happened to her, Storm?”
I growl, “Shut it with the questions and get me a couple goddamn ice packs.”
“You’re lucky you’re—” she starts to grumble.
I interrupt, “You’re lucky you’re Nyx’s wife.”
I walk Haven over to the long couch in Kayla’s office and lay her down on it. Haven whispers, “Nyx?”
As Kayla hands me the ice packs, I inform Haven, “He’s one of the brothers in the club.”
Haven stares at Kayla with wide eyes, but she doesn’t speak to the woman, which has Kayla laughing as she sits in her chair. “I bet you’re wondering how a psychiatrist and a biker ended up married.” She waves her hand with a beaming smile. “That’s a story for another day.” Kayla’s gaze finds Chapel. “You must be, Chapel. Here sit.” Kayla jumps from her seat, offering it to Chapel. Kayla grabs another chair she had in the corner and brings it over.
Pulling Haven’s legs up, I sit on the couch with her and place her feet on my lap. “This is going to be cold.” I remove her shoes and set them beside me on the floor before placing the ice packs against her feet and ankles. She winces from either the pain or from the coldness of the ice.
No one spoke a word except Kayla with her fuckin’ small talk bullshit. She was trying to get answers to psychoanalyze Haven and Chapel, but they didn’t give a goddamn thing away. Kayla’s a good woman at the club, but here, in her own element, she’s making me fuckin’ paranoid. Maybe, this is why I don’t do doctors and shit? I don’t fuckin’ like ‘em.
When the session is over, Kayla announces, “I think it would be best for Haven and Chapel to have separate therapy sessions. I want them here to see me every week. I will let Nyx know the days and times to have them here.”
Haven’s eyes become slits. “Why do you want to separate us?”
Kayla smiles kindly and answers calmly, “I don’t want to separate you, but you and your sister are individual people. I would like to talk to each of you so we can deal with your trauma one on one.” Kayla glances at Chapel. “Chapel, are you okay with coming here by yourself?”
Chapel shifts her eyes