Chapter 4

The last thing I expected coming to Félix's office was to have Camilla run in here after we concluded business like her ass was on fire. The last few weeks, I'd been following her around, watching her every move, and planning to talk to her, but not yet doing so.

Now, here she is, and she's going to explain to me what the fuck is going on between her and fucking Ezra Pennington.

"Sometime today, Cams," I bark out, more than a little frustrated with her and impatient when it comes to waiting on answers.

Camilla toys with her fingers in front of her. It's her tell when it comes to letting me know she's nervous.

"No one here is gonna hurt you, Camilla," I mutter.

"If they were, they'd have to deal with me, Camilla," Félix states sternly. "Now, will you please tell us what's going on here?"

"How about we move this somewhere where she can sit down," Chains advises.

"My office," Félix remarks and leads the way back to his office, where his wife is sitting at her little desk they set up in there for her. Everyone knows she helps him with everything he does.

"What's going on?" Madelaine asks, lifting her gaze from the laptop in front of her.

"That's what we're about to find out," Nicholas answers, leaning against the wall.

My brothers scatter around the room, and I take up position next to Camilla, who sits in one of the chairs that is turned toward the room.

"Start talking, Cams. What the hell happened tonight?"

"Ezra and I were at dinner, and I made the decision to end things with him. He wanted to progress things and I didn't. When I told him this, he said something nasty about all I had to do was spread my legs . . ." she starts explaining.

It's all I can do to keep from reacting to this snippet, and I clench my jaw to keep from making an outburst. I brace myself to listen to the rest in order to keep from going after Ezra and killing him right then and there.

"He then proceeded to tell me I belonged to him and that I wasn't ending things with him. When I informed him otherwise, he made it known that if I didn't do what he said, he'd go after Lynch and the club and make them pay for Lynch killing his father. I didn't believe him. So, while we were waiting for his car, I decided to run. I figured if I got to Félix's office and warned him, he could get the message to you all, and I wouldn't have to see you. Didn't realize I'd be running right to you," she mutters the last part more to herself than the rest of the room.

I know this ‘cause her voice changed to that tone it does when she mumbles to herself.

"Ezra Pennington took over his father's position, using his father's power plays to keep hold of what he's got," Félix announces what we already know.

"What were you going to do after getting here and we weren't here?" I find myself asking, though I'm sure I already know her answer.

"Nothing. I was going to tell Félix then call a cab to take me home."

"You don't think Ezra wouldn't have shown up at your place?" Fuse snorts, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "You're smart for a lawyer, Camilla, but what you just said was stupid."

"Ezra Pennington is dangerous," Remy remarks.

"I wouldn't have let her go home," Félix mutters and looks directly at Camilla. "You showed, and if they weren't here already, your ass would be sitting right there waiting. I know you're Lynch's wife."

"Estranged and waiting on divorce papers," Camilla states, interrupting Félix.

"Cams." Her gaze comes to me, not missing the warning in my tone.

"Don't Cams me, Lynch, it's the truth, and we both know it," Camilla snaps, glaring at me.

Leaning forward, getting in her space, I brace my hands on either side of her chair. "What I know is after years of not having my dick inside you, I got in there within minutes. That's not estranged. I also know that I ain't signing divorce papers. I also know that you're comin' home with me, and then we're going to be getting quite a few things straight between the two of us. Afterward, I'll be sliding between those legs into that sweet pussy."

"You've lost your mind," she bites out. "There's no way I'm letting you near me again."

"Baby, all I gotta do is kiss you again, and you'll be begging me to fuck you deep." I lean even closer until our noses are touching and our lips are nearly brushing.

"Asshole," she quips.

"Don't we both know it."

"Enough, you two," Chains bites out. "We don't have time for a lovers' quarrel."

"We'll finish this later," I murmur, making sure my lips brush Camilla's with each word.

"No, we won't," she utters on a breath and twists, giving me her cheek.

I clench my teeth together to keep from saying anything further and pull back. I retake my position and stand there with my arms crossed, waiting. Hopefully, this won't take long, and I can get her on the back of my bike and then to my place. For what I've got planned, we're not going to the clubhouse, we'll be going home.

Two hours later, I pull into the driveway of the house I've barely stayed at over the years. Looking at it now, it's the same as it was when I first bought it. It was meant to be a surprise for Camilla the next time she came home. I'd been fixing it up, getting it ready for us while she was at school.

The house was a wreck when I first bought it. It's why I got it for a song. Four bedrooms, three baths, nearly three thousand square feet. It's got an open floor plan with high beams across the ceiling. The backyard butts against a waterway and has a great back patio that I remodeled myself.

I stop long enough to reach into my saddlebag and pull out the remote for the garage. The moment it opens, I roll inside and press the button to close the door back in place.

"Since when do you live here?" Camilla demands snappishly once I cut my bike off. She's more than a little peeved, and not just because I put her ass on my bike, but I also took a knife to her skirt when she claimed she couldn't. She's also pissed ‘cause I refused to let her have her way.

We all spent time discussing and questioning her before leaving Félix's office. I didn't even want to be there in the first place, but we had to discuss business with him, as it were. I intended to leave there and go wait for Camilla to get home. My intention had been to talk to her finally, only to have her show at the end of our meeting.

"We'll talk inside," I tell her and swing a leg over, getting off my bike. I look toward her and offer my hand. Rather than taking my hand, she smacks it away and scrambles to get off without flashing her panties. Which, lucky for me, she still ends up flashing the black silk thong. It's a good thing it's only us here, and no one else is around to see.

I take her hand and all but drag her into the house through the door leading inside.

"Wanna beer?" I offer, dropping her hand to move toward the fridge on the other side of the kitchen. I might not be here enough to keep a lot here, but I do have some things for when I am.

"No," she says. "What I want is an answer."

"You and me both," I grumble and open the fridge, snag me a beer, and close it back before turning to face Camilla. "When did you move back here?"

"A little over a year ago. What's it matter?"

What's it matter? She's on her way to earning a damn spanking that will leave her ass nice and red.

"Baby, you don't want to push me," I warn her and tilt the bottle to my lips, guzzling half the beer before lowering the bottle to the counter. "You've been back for a year, and you only just now brought divorce papers?"

"Well, I've been busy with work and proving myself to the firm." She shrugs, trying to look nonchalant, like what we shared didn't mean shit to her.

"Right." I nod.

"Are you going to answer my question?" she demands, hands crossing just under her tits, pushing them up, displaying the cleavage a bit more than she was already sporting.

"Bought the house years ago. Fixed it up," I answer and shrug. Making it out to not be a big deal when I know, for a fact, it's a big deal. This house, I'd bought it for her all those years ago.

"Uh, huh," she mumbles and looks around.

I don't miss the appreciative look she gets when she takes everything in. If only she knew the truth about this place. If it weren't for the fact I couldn't bring myself to sell it, I'd have done it a long time ago. Instead, every time I thought about it, I couldn't. Memories would pop in my head of us, and I'd hold on to them.

I'm an idiot when it comes to her, and I damn well know it.

"So, you brought me here for what?" she asks, returning her gaze to me.

"Because, Camilla, we're gonna get some things straight between us," I tell her and push away from the counter, moving toward her.

"There's nothing to get straight," she says, stepping backward.

"We most definitely have shit to get straight, Cams. For instance, you deciding we were done without talking to me. And for me having to find you making out with some frat boy when I came to see you." I watch her closely, stalking her until she hits the wall behind her, seeing the way her eyes widen in horror. Caging her in, I brace one hand on the wall by her head, and the other I use to grip her waist. "Like I said, baby, we've got things to get straight, and we're doing that now."