Chapter 25

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

CLINK

We fall asleep, her in my arms. My sleep is interrupted when my phone buzzes somewhere in my pants on the floor. Rolling away from Dillion, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and walk to my pile of clothes on the floor.

Reaching for my pants, I dig my phone out and glance down, wondering why the fuck my sister is calling me right now. “Spencer?” I hiss as I walk out the bedroom door.

“We have a problem,” she states.

Checking the oven clock, I suck in a breath. “At four in the morning?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she snaps. “That’s not why I’m calling, though.”

Pressing my lips together, I roll them to keep from talking over her. I’m ready to jump down her fucking throat, but there’s no reason for it. She’s got something she wants to tell me, so she’s going to tell me.

“Your woman’s house is up for sale.”

I knew that’s what she was going to do. But hearing my sister tell me that it’s officially up for sale, something shifts inside of me. It’s a mixture of anger and anxiety. Instinctually, I want to act on the anger, but I decide against it.

“Send me the name of her realtor,” I demand.

Spencer laughs softly. “You’re going to do something crazy, aren’t you?”

“I am,” I agree.

“She may not want that house, Humble,” she murmurs.

I snort. “I’ll remodel it. But she’s not leaving. She’s mine, and she’s staying.”

“She’s staying,” Spencer whispers. “She’s one of us,” she murmurs. “She’s a Dark Horse woman.”

“You’re damn right,” I agree.

“Humble?” she calls out.

“Yeah?” I ask when she doesn’t continue immediately.

She lets out a heavy sigh, then clears her throat before she continues. “I like her a lot. She fits our family, but she also fits you. I liked this so much.”

With a grunt, I end the call. I don’t want to get into any more feelings and shit with her. Plus, the fact that she likes Dillion is all that I need to know. I wait for her text, and it comes through almost immediately.

My sister needs some fucking sleep, but I’ll be damned if I’m the one who tells her that. I’ve fucked up her life enough throughout the years. I’m not going to try and tell her what to do as a grown-ass adult.

“Who was that?” a voice calls out from behind me.

Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at her. Dillion is standing at the mouth of the hallway, completely naked and sexy as shit. Turning around to face her completely, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

“It was my sister. She wanted to tell me something. Couldn’t sleep,” I say, not lying exactly.

It must be enough for Dillion. Her lips curve up into a grin, and she holds out her hand. “You want me to sleep with you?” I ask, wanting to hear her say it aloud.

“You know I do,” she whispers.

Moving toward her, I reach out and take her hand. For the first time since meeting her, I lace my fingers with hers, and I follow her. She guides me into her bedroom, and I fall into bed beside her.

Holding Dillion against my body, I close my eyes and fall asleep almost immediately. I’m exhausted, not only from the stabbing and recovery but from the whole fucking ordeal. Conrad has been dealt with, which took a fuck of a lot out of me.

Then I fucked Dillion twice, which completely wrecked me. I’m so goddamn sore. I can hardly breathe without wincing in pain. I’ll never regret being inside of my woman, though.

Everything about her is perfection.

I’m not sure how long I sleep. It could be a day, maybe a year, fuck if I know. But a noise wakes me up. The sound of the shower turning on is the culprit. Sitting up, I lift my hand to my face and rub it a few times, trying to wake myself up.

Opening my eyes, I glance around the room and realize that it’s day. I look at my phone on the nightstand, and my eyes widen at the time. It’s well past ten in the morning.

I have no doubt that Atomic and the other members of the Dark Horse have been looking for me, but I can’t deny that it felt good to sleep in. Reaching for my side, I place my hand against my wound. It feels a hell of a lot better than it did even yesterday.

There is a noise at the doorway, and I lift my gaze toward that direction. Dillion stands at the doorway, her eyes focused on my side. She hasn’t seen it, I realize, and I haven’t told her anything about it, either.

“What happened?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Does it matter?” I ask.

She dips her chin in a single nod. “Humble, of course, it matters.”

Clearing my throat, I throw my legs over the side and force myself to stand. I hiss, clenching my jaw and gnashing my teeth together as the pain radiates throughout my entire body.

“I was stabbed,” I confess.

“Who was it?” she whispers.

I’m not sure if she cares because I’m just another human who was stabbed or if it’s because she has feelings for me. I know how I feel about her, but she’s ready to run the fuck away, so I don’t really know how she feels about me. I know how I want her to feel about me, how I think she should feel about me, but I don’t know the goddamn truth of it.

“Demon Guns MC, working with the Southern Mafia,” I say.

Her eyes widen.

I watch as they fill with unshed tears, but she doesn’t say anything, probably because she has no clue what to actually say. I know I sure as fuck wouldn’t know how to respond.

“They didn’t win, baby,” I murmur.

“They didn’t win,” she exhales.

“They didn’t fucking win, baby,” I repeat as I close the distance between us.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her body against my naked one. Her chest presses against mine. I wish she were fucking naked right now. I want to feel her tits against my skin. I want to be able to lay her down on the bed a few inches away and fuck her again.

I want a fuck of a lot—much more than I have ever deserved.

And I know I don’t deserve Dillion. I never did. The only way I’m getting her, getting any kind of access to her, is because of the Southern Mafia and the way they tried to fuck me over twice now.

“They didn’t win,” she exhales.

At this moment, I know that, without a doubt, she is at least waffling. I’ll take that shit, and I’m going to run with it. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to solely rely on her feelings. Because she’s got a lot of those right now, and she’s bound to make a rash decision somewhere along the way.

I just have to make sure it’s the right one.

To stay—with me.

That’s the only option at this point. The only decision I’ll fucking accept.

DILLION

Stabbed.

“Was it because of me?” I ask.

It’s a question I need to know the answer to before I do anything else. Before I say anything else.

His eyes search mine. He’s naked, standing in front of me, his gaze searching my own, and as much as I want to focus on his injury, I can’t help but think about the fact that I haven’t tasted him in a while… in a long while.

I’m clearly overly sexually obsessed with this man. I’m angry with him, hurt by him, but at the same time obsessed with him. I’m completely ridiculous. I can’t even take myself seriously. I don’t know what I want or how I want it.

“Yes and no. It’s not an easy question to answer.”

Frowning, I wrap my fingers around the sides of his neck. Just a few short hours ago, I was ready to sprint away from Pineville. I was going to run as far and fast as I possibly could.

I still might.

Now that I’m standing in front of this man, I don’t know if I can actually leave. He’s got me so screwed up that I can’t even disappear the way I want to. Mainly because I want to stay. With him. For him. Because of him.

Whatever the reason, at this point, I’m not even really sure.

I just want to be with Humble.

Always.

And that is the absolute last thing I should want… ever.

But I do.

Clearing my throat, I look up at him, my eyes focused on his. He smirks, dipping his chin as he watches me for a moment. Then he speaks and somewhat explains his being stabbed, but assuredly not in enough detail to assuage my wandering thoughts.

“It was club shit, but you’re part of that when it comes to the Southern Mafia.”

“What does that mean?” I ask.

He shakes his head in a quick move but doesn’t explain it any further. “It means that I’ll take care of it.”

“And the Southern Mafia?” I ask.

He looks down at his feet, then slowly lifts his gaze to mine. “Never have to worry about them again, baby.”

Gripping the sides of his neck, I hold my breath as I look into his eyes. “And what happens to all of the businesses they are in charge of?”

“Businesses?” Humble asks.

“Businesses,” I repeat, dipping my chin in a single nod. “I don’t have any specifics, but I know the things they did were nefarious. I’m not so na?ve that I don’t know they were bad guys, just like I assume you are, too, since you worked with them.”

I cover my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that. I’m not sure why I just said that. And I have no idea how he’s going to react to what I’ve just said. But he doesn’t do or say what I expect. Instead, he throws back his head and lets out a booming laugh.

As his laughter eventually dies down, he wraps his fingers around my wrists, squeezing them gently before he tugs my arms from around his neck. His fingers slowly dance up my biceps, and then he grips me there.

“We’re bad guys, but not that bad. The shit the Southern Mafia was into was way beyond our moral scope. That sounds stupid because we were in business with them. But it was just to keep the peace. They were starting shit. Your brother was starting shit. Betrayal is really fucking ugly.”

“It is,” I agree, my gaze pointed directly at him. “It’s horrendously ugly.”

He winces. So, at least he feels something about the way he betrayed me. But not enough to actually apologize to me. Because that would be far too much for a man like him.

Instead of responding to me, he dips his chin, and his fingers slide down my arms and around my back, pulling me against his body as his mouth touches mine. His tongue fills me, tastes me, and for whatever stupid reason, I let it go.

But I don’t forget.

And I don’t forgive.

I’m still undecided on what I’m going to do. There isn’t a right answer, but there is an answer that won’t completely break me into a million pieces. Humble still lied to me. At the end of the day, he still played me for a fool, and my house is still up for sale.

So I’ll have to make some serious decisions.

But I don’t have to make them right now.