Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Titan

OUR FAMILY IS constantly expanding it seems. Reagan and Kendell have had their babies and everyone is still gushing over them. Trax and Hawk make amazing dads and have been at their wives' sides throughout everything. We've all tried to help them out when we can because we are a family and that's what you do for one another. Even though I know next to nothing about kids, especially babies, I help out when I can and have watched the kids more than once. Some of the guys actually have a pool going to see who the next ol' lady to get pregnant is. I'm not betting on this one, but I know Cash is. He's got his money on Alex getting pregnant again before Zoey. If I were gonna add my two cents, I'd say they both get pregnant around the same time. But, who knows. My brothers are horny fuckers and they are with their ol' lady as often as possible. It's one of the reasons why I want to find a woman of my own. A woman I thought could've been Dallas when we were talking. Before everything went to shit.

Over the last six months, I haven't been myself and everyone can see it. I've had Reaper pull me into his office more than once trying to see where my head is. He's apologized more than once for sending me on the run that day. It's not his fault. We all knew that Reagan was ready to go into labor at any time. Savage wouldn't have been thinking right if he went instead of me. No, my head wasn't exactly in the game that day, but I was better than he would've been for sure. Tripp has been at my side every single day and rarely leaves me alone. He's tried to get me to go out with him and some of the other single guys more than a few times and I always refuse. I've spent a lot of time alone either in my bedroom or back out by the pond. That's only when I know Hawk and Kendell aren't out there. I don't want to intrude on their family time so it's usually in the middle of the night when I go out there.

Savage is another one who feels that he has to make something up to me. He knows that I was supposed to go out on a date that day. Everyone in the clubhouse at this point does. Even the Fallen girls. These men gossip more than anyone else I've ever met in my entire life. Every single day Savage will single me out and ask me a hundred questions about if I'm doing okay, if there's anything he can do for me, and so many more. I'm getting kind of tired of everyone asking me what they can do to make the situation better. The answer is short and simple—nothing. If things were meant to be between Dallas and me, she wouldn't have given up after one time of me not showing. She would have let me explain the situation and we could've either moved past it or decided to go our separate ways. Instead, she chose to just cut all ties and that's okay because it's her decision. I don't like it, but I won't force her to change her mind or give me a few minutes to explain what happened to her.

I've always been a man who's comfortable on my own. I don't need to constantly talk to someone or be surrounded by a ton of other people. When I'm on my own, I typically reflect on my life and the journey I've been on so far. It hasn't always been a good life that I've led, but it's my journey and I'm honestly proud of the man I am today. Of all the things I've overcome in my life and how I've made myself proud. Unlike my dad, I'm not a drunk who gets off on beating those weaker than him. I don't go out and fuck every female that walks around thinking I'm God's gift and they owe me. I'm pretty sure he's raped more than one woman in his time, but I've never been able to prove it. Instead of killing him like I wanted to so often over the years when I was growing up, I walked away from him and started my life over. Somewhere far away from him where he'd never bother to travel to look for me. My dad is a lazy fucker and he won't leave my hometown unless it truly benefits him. Finding me isn't on the list of things that benefit him because he knows I can kick his ass these days. I did once or twice before I left home all those years ago.

I don't resent or hate Dallas for making the decision she did. She doesn't know who I am as a man. Maybe she has a past where the guys have treated her like shit. That's not the kind of guy I am, but she'd have to get to know me in order to truly understand and know that. So, it's okay that she chose to block me on the dating app and not read my last message to her. I hate that we didn't get a chance to explore whatever was going on between us. When I started my profile on the dating app, I honestly wasn't expecting anything at all to happen. I thought I'd find someone I could take on a date or two and that would be the end of it like it's been in the past for me. It doesn't take long for me to determine if a woman has an ulterior motive for wanting to be with me. They're usually the women who want to ride a biker for a night or two just to get it out of their system. I didn't get that vibe from Dallas. Yeah, I told her I was in a club and rode, but we didn't really go into detail and she didn't ask me a hundred questions about the life, my bike, or anything else club related. It was refreshing.

For the first time in my life, I felt a connection starting to build with a woman and all we did was talk online. I didn't think you could form any kind of connection online through a damn phone screen. But we did. I know I wasn't the only one feeling it either. Dallas mentioned it one of the times she said something she didn't mean to. It's so fucking adorable when we're talking and she just randomly says something that she didn't mean to. When it happens, it's usually something sexual and I can't help but laugh because she gets flustered and starts apologizing as if it offends me. Nothing she has ever said offended me. If anything, it only got me thinking about what I want to do to her and if she'd be willing to do some of the things she's randomly blurted out.

Now, I can't stop thinking about the woman who captured my entire attention without any real effort at all. Our conversation easily flowed at all times and there wasn't anything we couldn't talk about. She'd even talk to me about the books she's been reading. Some of them are interesting sounding to say the least. I know most of the ol' ladies in the club read on a daily basis whenever they have a few minutes to spare. Even Rebel has been caught more than a few times reading behind the bar when she's not doing something else for us. None of us say a word to her because she does more than her fair share of work and doesn't ever complain. Plus, I think two certain members would blow a gasket if anyone tried to tell Rebel not to do something she wanted to. I've been watching it slowly happen for a few months now and I'm not sure if it's going to lead to anything, but I know the guys are hoping it will.

Even when I go to sleep at night, I dream of Dallas and the life we could've had together. I feel like I already know so much about her and what makes her the woman she is today. The woman has a love of animals that I've never seen before. She currently has two cats, a dog, and a rabbit. Eventually she wants even more animals and I know I wouldn't have the power to tell her no if we were together. Hell, I'd probably randomly bring something home for her to have just because she might have mentioned it in passing. Dallas is the sweetest woman I've ever met in my life but she doesn't have the confidence in herself like she should. I'm not sure who made her doubt how sexy she is, but I'll fucking gut the fucker if I ever find out who it is. Dallas also loves the people that she lets into her life. I know she's got a best friend that is more like her sister than just a friend. They grew up together and bonded over the way everyone else would pick on them. So, their friendship was a form of protection and now she can't imagine going a day without her girl by her side.

Then I wonder if she ever managed to find the land she wanted to buy to build her vet clinic on. I know almost all of the plans she's been dreaming about putting in place from one of our conversations. The girl doesn't dream small at all, but I know she'll accomplish everything she sets her mind to. Dallas is the kind of girl who's not afraid of hard work or getting her hands dirty when it comes to something she truly wants in life. The clinic is the biggest thing I know that she wants right now. Other than having a family of her own once she becomes established and can find a balance in her life. That's another problem she has—no balance between starting her clinic and her personal life. We had many talks about that and I wonder if she started working on doing anything to obtain more of a personal life away from anything to do with the clinic. I hope she did. Hell, maybe she's still on the dating app and has already found a man who didn't fuck everything up with her.

I haven't been on the app since I tried to send Dallas that last message. There's no point in going on there when she's the only one I want to talk to. I haven't been with the Fallen girls, found a piece of strange for a few hours, or anything else since I started talking to her. When Cash realized what happened, he let me out of the bet but I refused. He won even if he already knew they were married and I'm not a man to back down from my word. If I say something, I'm going to do everything in my power to stand by my word no matter what. The app has been deleted from my phone and I won't ever go back on there again. I did deactivate my account before deleting the app though. Hawk told me to make sure I do that so no one else could send me messages and all that shit. So, I did that and uninstalled it from my phone without hesitation.

Shaking my head, I clear the thoughts that have been swirling around constantly. I need to get the fuck outta the clubhouse today. I've been here for the last week without doing much more than going to work and coming back to my room. Getting out of bed, I grab my cut and slide it on before checking to make sure I've got my phone and everything else I'll need on my ride. I don't have any particular destination in mind today, but anywhere will be better than getting lost even deeper in my mind for the rest of the day. Hawk and Kendell will have the kids at the pond right now because they were talking about having a picnic for Gideon because it's been a while since they've been able to take him to the pond and it's been nice out. It's something Kelsey used to do with him and they've caught him staring in that direction from the window of the house they now live in.

After making sure I've got everything, I leave my room and lock the door behind me. The Fallen girls are getting too brazen as each new member settles down with an ol' lady. They're too desperate and are willing to go to any length in their attempt to get one of us to claim them. Until now, I've never really had to deal with them. I barely fucked them before and now I don't even look in their direction. However, one of the girls, Cammie, has decided that she's gonna sink her claws into me and tries to get up in my shit every time she sees me. I've tried to get her to back the fuck off, but she doesn't listen. Even when I'm rude as fuck she doesn't leave me alone. Stupid bitch!

Walking into the common room, I already know I'm gonna have a problem getting out of here. There's a ton of guys sitting around enjoying a drink after work and they all turn to face me. They aren't the reason I know I'm gonna have a problem though. Cammie is. She jumps up off the couch and races toward me. I hear a few of the guys start laughing under their breath and I don't pay them attention because the second I take my attention off Cammie, she'll try to latch onto me.

"Titan, I've been looking all over for you," she purrs, her voice grating on my nerves worse today than ever before.

"Go the fuck away, Cammie. I don't have time for your shit today," I growl out, stepping to the side when she tries to run her fingers down my chest.

"Titan, I don't know why you have to be like this. You know we'd be hot as fuck together. Just give in. Everyone here knows you want me and only me," she says trying to step even closer into my space. "Just give in like you know you want to. It's the reason you haven't been going out or fucking any of the other Fallen girls here."

"The reason I'm stickin' to myself has nothin' to do with you. It's because I've met someone and she's worth more than all of the other women in the world. You can stay the fuck away from me or I'm sure Alex will have no problem bootin' your ass from the clubhouse like everyone else she's had to get rid of lately," I tell her, stepping up next to Tripp where he sits at a table with Reaper, Alex, and Cash.

"I don't have a problem getting rid of all your asses. Act fucking right or show yourself out the fucking door before I have to deal with you. I promise, you won't like me when I'm through. I'm tired of every Fallen girl here acting as if these guys owe you something. They don't owe you shit. You are the ones who owe them everything they've given you since the second you stepped through that front door," Alex speaks up from her seat while turning to glare at Cammie.

"You'd kick me out because Titan won't pull his head out of his ass and is lying to you all. If he'd met someone, she'd be here with him. We all know how you guys are when you claim an ol' lady or find the one you'll claim as yours. This woman hasn't stepped foot in the clubhouse which means you're either hiding her because she's hideous, or she doesn't exist. If she's hideous, it's more than likely because of the bet you lost. So, stop fucking around, Titan, and claim me like everyone knows you want to. It's the only reason you haven't fucked me," Cammie says, pushing her luck while trying to step closer to me once again

"I haven't fucked you for the same reason no one else here is fuckin' you. You're the worst fuck that anyone here has ever had. Your fake, porn star moans and screams are annoyin' as fuck, you don't know how to suck cock, and your pussy is so fuckin' loose no one can even tell if they've got their dick in you. When's the last time you got fucked by anyone here?" I ask her, looking around the common room as every single man here shakes his head that he isn't fucking her. "And, if you ever talk about the woman I've met again, I'll make sure you're dealt with by Alex, Rebel, or I'll have Savage or Reagan make a call to Summer and get one of her girls here to deal with your ass. Stay. The. Fuck. Away."

Without another word to anyone, I leave the clubhouse and let the door slam behind me. I'm so fucking angry at the thought of that skank saying anything about Dallas that for the first time in my life, I had to restrain myself from hitting a woman. It takes a lot to get me angry, but when my fuse blows, it's not pretty. I have been known to black out in one of my rages which is why I keep such tight control of myself at all times. Tripp has had to pull me back a few times when we've been out and I've witnessed a man putting his hands on a woman in anger. Or trying to take something a woman isn't willing to give him. If my best friend doesn't catch me in time, it takes at least four guys to get me to back down and pull me away from whoever has my attention.

Straddling my bike, I start the engine while I put my bandana and helmet on. I pull up a playlist on my phone and choose a random song before making sure it will shuffle the rest of the songs. Once I'm ready to head out, I don't hesitate to rev the engine so Jay knows I'm coming his way so he can start to open the gate that we've started to keep closed. By the time I reach Jay and the front gate, it's open just enough for my bike to ride through and I slow down just a fraction to make sure no cars are coming my way before revving the engine once again and taking off.

Heading out of town, it doesn't take me long to notice a new building off to the left of the road. It sits a good distance back and has a parking lot paved on one side. There's a few areas that have been fenced off and I immediately start to think about Dallas once again. This is exactly as she explained to me what she envisioned for her clinic. There's no sign outside and I want to pull in to see if this belongs to her. Taking another look, I spot one car in the parking lot. Knowing someone's there and it's possibly her makes the need to turn in and knock on the door almost impossible to resist. Thankfully, I manage to resist the temptation and continue on with my ride. A ride that does absolutely nothing to clear my head of thoughts of Dallas and everything else that's been plaguing me over the last six months.