“No. It eased it, but you’re the only one that can make it stop Mason. When I’m with you, nothing else seems to matter. No other noises can break through. It’s so fucking welcoming that I forget that you aren’t mine to keep.”
Before she has a chance to continue I grab her face roughly in my hand and say, “Keep me Whit. Say the fuckin’ words and you can have me. This doesn’t have to end. You are the only one tryin’ to end it. I don’t want it to end. All you have to do is say that you want to keep me,” I’m nearly begging her.
I can’t stop myself. I want this woman more than I have ever wanted anything. I want her more than the fucking air I breathe, but she won’t give in. She’s stubborn as hell and I think that’s part of why I like her so much.
“It would be so easy to say those words Mason, but I can’t. You aren’t mine and all I’m doing is creating problems for you and your club. I don’t want to be the reason you fight with them. I can’t. I won’t be. I’m not worth that much,” she says softly.
My nerves are on edge. I’m sick of hearing her talk the way she does, but I know she isn’t going to stop. My cell phone rings in the living room, but I ignore it.
“You are worth a hell of a lot more than you think you are Whitley. One day I’ll make you see it. I’m not goin’ anywhere. You hear me?” I ask looking her directly in the eye. I can see that she wants to give in to me. It’s all there for her, but that stubborn streak just won’t let her. She just smiles and says not one word. “Do you hear me?” I growl this time. Her eyes stay glued to mine as she nods slowly. Maybe I am slowly breaking her down and bringing her around to see what I fucking see in us.
“Go answer that. It’s annoying,” Whit says with a smile when my phone just keeps ringing. I press my lips to hers before climbing out of her bed. I head into the living room where my discarded jeans lie on the floor. I grab them and get my phone out of my pocket.
“What?” I snap as soon as the phone hits my ear.
“We got a situation. Look at your phone,” Viking says and his voice is pissed. Pulling the phone from my ear I click on the message.
“Son of a fuckin’ bitch. Who sent it?” I roar and it tears through my throat so hard it vibrates my chest.
“Alvaro Diaz. Seems you’re just pissin’ everyone off,” Viking chuckles through the line.
“What the hell do you want Viking? This is all a big fuckin’ joke to you, yeah? Why send this to me? Why call at all?” I know talking to my Prez like that is a death wish, but I’m not asking my Prez these questions. I’m asking my friend.
“I get it Mason. I don’t fuckin’ like it, but I get it. I know you’re plottin’ somethin’ and I want to know what it is.”
“You brushed me off Viking. You didn’t want shit to do with this before. Why now?” The line goes silent for a long time. I can hear him breathing on the other end before I hear the flick of the lighter.
“I fuckin’ thought you’d back down. I never thought you’d go goddamn rogue on me. If she’s what you want then I’m in brother, but we need a plan.”
“I have a plan. I don’t need your help.”
I’m just about to hang up the phone when he speaks again. “I know you don’t. I want to help though Mason. You’re my goddamn VP, but more than that you’re my brother. You’re my best friend. What kind of man would that shit make me? Turnin’ my back on my family? I can’t fuckin’ do that. Now pack up your girl and her little friend and get your asses over here.”
The line goes dead as a smile creeps across my face. It’s damn good to have my boys back.
Chapter 26
Whitley
“This is stupid,” I mouth as I stand with my arms crossed over my chest. Mason moves around the room tossing random shit in a bag. My shit.
“You’re stupid if you think I’m leavin’ without you,” Mason snaps over his shoulder.