Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,89
we had to go through all this to get here, and now I need to fix it, and you need to fucking let me.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to let you fix this. Please believe me.” Her eyes plead with me as much as her voice does. “I’ve figured out how to stop Joe, and I’ve almost got everything I need to do that. Please let me see this through. Please let me make this right between us after I broke what we had.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
When Chelsea’s standing in front of me, looking at me the way she is, begging for me to let her do something for us like she is, I’m fucking helpless but to give her what she wants. I will always fucking give this woman what she wants.
“How long is this going to take?” I say.
“I don’t know, but I’m hoping not long.”
“I’m putting a time limit on it. One week, Mayfair. If it’s not sorted by then, I’m fucking taking over and you won’t fucking argue with me.”
“Thank you,” she says, and I feel every ounce of her gratitude and relief.
Her phone sounds with a text, and as she glances down at it, I say, “They threatened the club, didn’t they?”
She looks back up at me and nods. And so fucking softly I can only just hear her, she says, “Yes, they threatened the people I know you’d die for.”
Fuck me.
I’ve spent all these fucking months hating her and treating her like shit when she was going to her own grave in her own way for me because of the people I’d go to my grave for. I really am a fucking asshole.
I tighten my hold on her neck and pull her body against mine. Kissing the top of her head, I say, “I fucking love you and I swear I will make this up to you.”
I will spend every day of the rest of my life doing that.
I will also make these cunts pay for what they’ve done to her.
31
Chelsea
I squint as the sun beats down on me, blinding me for a moment. Reaching for my sunglasses, I slide them on. I also put my hat on before walking the path from the house to the pool where I intend to spend most of today. A lazy Sunday by the pool in the sun sounds like heaven to me. Especially since Joe has locked himself in his office for the day. He told me he has a stack of work to get through, so not to expect to see him anytime soon.
I survived the fundraiser last night and I also survived Joe after the fundraiser. After he threatened to wash my mouth out earlier in the night, I wasn’t sure what to expect from him, but he’d been distracted by something and didn’t come near me after we arrived home.
Sitting on the sunlounger, I apply sunscreen and think about Mason. He gave me a deadline last night and I’m a little stressed by it because I know he meant every word he said. If I don’t take care of Joe, he’ll go in guns blazing and do it. But what he doesn’t realise is that dealing with Joe once and for all will require a lot more than brute strength. This isn’t something Mason can beat out of him. We need to be smarter about how we handle this situation.
An hour of blissful peace and sunshine passes before I decide to go for a swim. I’m about to dive in when Joe’s voice sounds from behind me.
“You’ve been fucking your biker.”
My entire body tenses as I still.
It’s not just that he knows this that causes my reaction, it’s the malice in his voice. The malice that slips into my veins and slides through them like an angry snake.
I don’t want to look at him, but I do.
Bile hits my throat as I take in the menacing storm that is my husband.
He comes closer.
“I knew you were spreading your legs for him.”
My fear lays trapped in my lungs while I struggle to breathe. “I’m not spreading my legs for him, Joe.”
His hand is across my face before I see it coming. “You fucking are. Don’t fucking lie to me.”
I press my fingers to my cheek where he left the kind of sting I’ll feel for hours.
“I’ve had a guy watching you since I got home on Friday. He caught you with Mason last night.”
“So talking to a person automatically means you’re fucking them, does it?”