Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,21
to give you what you needed.”
“What in the fuck does that mean?” I spat. “From where I was sitting, I never once thought you didn’t know how to love me.”
“I didn’t know how to be me while I was with you without then neglecting you.”
And now I was thoroughly confused. “What in the fuck are you talking about?”
I didn’t mean to be so harsh, but seriously, what the fuck?
She groaned and pushed away her plate. “This is why it was just easier to tell you I stopped loving you. You wouldn’t and don’t understand what I’m saying.”
“Because it’s like you’re speaking a different language, Dee. Why the hell couldn’t you be you if you were with me? I fell in love with you, so why wouldn’t I want you to be you with me?” I had just confused myself all over again.
“Can we please not do this, Point? It’s in the past, and that’s where it needs to stay.” She glanced over her shoulder where the waitress had disappeared. “Let’s just get the check and call it a night.”
“You’re not going to run away from me again, Deedra. I’m not the same guy I was three years ago who just sat by and watched you walk out of my life.”
She grabbed her purse and hitched it over her shoulder. “I don’t want to do this. I’m not going to do this.”
I reached for her hand, but she snatched it away. “What in the hell is going on, Dee? What are you running from?”
She sniffled and scooted out of the booth. “I’m running from hurting you.”
“Leaving me is meant to not hurt me?” I snapped. “Are you fucking high? Not one fucking thing you’ve said has made sense.”
She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “I know, but I don’t know what else to do. I’m sorry, Point. I never meant to hurt you then, and that’s not what I’m trying to do now.”
Dee dashed from the diner and out the front door.
“Son of a bitch,” I shouted. I pulled out my wallet, dropped a fifty on the table, and followed her.
She was running.
Again.
It wasn’t going to work this time.
I wasn’t letting her go.
*
Chapter Ten
Best I ever had…
Deedra
Dammit.
Dammit.
Dammit.
Why couldn’t I speak?
Why couldn’t I say what I felt?
I’m afraid I’m going to lose myself, Point. I’m worried I’m going to fall so in love with you that I won’t know where you end and I begin. I’m destined to lose myself in you, and it terrifies the hell out of me because part of me is okay with it.
There.
That is what I needed to say but noooo. I couldn’t say that. I said everything but that.
He wouldn’t understand that, though. He would think it was something he was doing to make me feel that way when, in reality, it had nothing to do with him. It was my own heart wanting to dissolve into him and never surface entirely.
It was a miracle I was able to dash to my car and rocket out of the parking lot without Point seeing me.
I turned onto my street, and my stomach dropped.
Right there, parked in front of my duplex, Point sat on his motorcycle.
How?
How in the hell had he managed to beat me home?
Also, how in the hell did he know where I lived?
I parked in the driveway in front of the garage and killed the engine. I didn’t get out, though. Maybe if I just sat in my car, I could wait him out, and he would just eventually leave.
I watched him in my rearview mirror, but my hopes of waiting him out were dashed when he slid off his bike and strutted up the driveway. My hand darted out and hit the door lock.
Point stood in front of my door. “Really?” he called.
“I can’t open the door. You should probably go,” I shouted. More like I didn’t want to open the door. “The lock is broken. I’ll just spend the night here.”
“I saw you hit the lock, Deedra.”
I held up my hands and shrugged. “Really? Maybe you should get your eyes checked. I was trying to unlock it, but it’s not working.”
He pointed his finger at me. “Open the door, Dee.”
His voice was raised, and I knew it was only a matter of time until my neighbors heard him and came out to see me arguing with a biker in my driveway.
“I don’t want to,” I countered. Like, really did not want to.
Point turned his head and raised his hand. “Hi.