“I get it, man, I totally get it.”
“So run along and see Pops and explain I did what I had to, and he’s now the richest fucking MC boss for miles around. He should be fucking thanking me not threatening me.”
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” he replies jokingly, his hands held up in a mock surrender. The last thing I want to do is be a prick with Nate, because there’s something about the guy that I quite like, but I have to send a clear message back. Don’t fuck with me. With or without Carter, I’m a force to be reckoned with.
“Tell your father I’m insulted by your visit and he should call me to arrange a face-to-face meeting. Pronto.” My eyes dart to Isabelle, who is adjusting herself in her seat as she tries to catch my eye.
“I, uh, I’m not sure that’s a very good idea, Brax.”
“We’ll talk about this later,” I snap, my eyes wide as I glare at her. She shrinks back down in her chair and I feel an instant pang of guilt. She rolls her eyes before sliding off her chair, grabbing the empty plates and storming into the kitchen. The cutlery rattles and it sounds like the plates have been thrown into the sink.
“Someone ain’t happy,” Nate whispers with a nod of his head. “Listen, Brax… I have serious respect for you, man. I actually think you’re a good guy; well, as good as someone on the wrong side of the law can be.”
Standing from his seat, he offers his hand to me. I glance down, pausing for a second before taking and shaking it. “I’ll be sure to put your case forward to Jeffries. Make him understand your point. Hopefully he’ll listen long enough. You know, he’s kind of a hot head, but I’m sure you already know that.”
“Sure,” I say dropping his hand and crossing my arms over my chest. “I’ll wait for your call.”
Giving me a quick nod, we head over to the door and walk over to his new Harley. “Listen, before I go, I should really thank you for not saying anything about the whole Tara situation.”
“Honestly,” I say raising my hand a little, “I’m not getting involved. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t know anything. But as her friend,” I say lowering my voice and closing the space between us, “don’t fuck her over. If you like her, treat her right. None of this MC bullshit about fucking anything that moves. If you want that lifestyle, then fine, but walk away now. She deserves better than that.”
Mounting his bike, he doesn’t respond. He grabs his helmet, sliding it over his head. He revs the engine and gives me a solid nod of his head before driving toward the gate. I make my way back inside, pressing the button to open the gates and watch as he drives away.
“You have to stop this, Brax.” Her voice snaps me from my thoughts.
“What?” I turn and watch her walking over to the couch, pulling her legs up and resting her head on her bended knee.
“Wanting to go to war with everyone.”
“This is not what I want, but how it has to be, Izzy. I know this may come as a shock to you, but this is my life now, whether I like it or not.”
“We have the money.” She steps up from the couch, slowly walking toward me. “Let’s just go. Start a new life together. Just us. Just you and me.”
“It doesn’t work like that. You can’t just walk away from this shit. It will catch up with us, follow us wherever we go.”
Lifting onto her tiptoes, she rests her hands on my shoulders, her lips hovering over mine. “We could go anywhere with this amount of money. No one will ever know where we are.”
Reaching up I cover each of her hands with my own, bringing them back in front of us.
“Izzy, this is where I belong. I couldn’t leave here because it would mean leaving Travis behind. I just couldn’t. I’m sorry.” Shooting her a sad smile, I press my lips gently against hers. I draw back looking her straight in the eyes. I see the pain and disappointment in them and it cuts deep. “One day, baby. Maybe one day.” I give her the small promise and the look in her eyes lightens slightly.
“What happens if the MC go crazy and hurt you? What if Carter wants some sort of twisted revenge…”
Pressing my lips to hers, I cut her off. I snake my hand behind her neck, pulling her into the kiss, deepening it. Only she presses her hands against my chest, pushing me away from her.
“You can’t do that.” She separates from me completely, turning her back on me.
“What?” I say, throwing my arms up in disbelief. I feel like I keep getting shit wrong with her. Am I really that bad at being in a relationship with the girl I’d dreamed about for so long? I bite down on my own lip, frustration bubbles inside.
“Kiss me every time I say something you don’t want to hear. I don’t need to be silenced by you, Brax. Don’t you think I’ve had a lifetime of being controlled and silenced?” She spins back around until she’s facing me. Closing the gap, she grabs the front of my t-shirt. “We have to be in this together, Brax. As equals. I get that you’ve had this business with Carter, that you are this big… criminal,” she spits out as if she struggled to find the words. “But it has to end here. I can’t lose you, and this life you lead—the one you are so hesitant to leave—is the one that will get you killed.”
“I’ve done alright so far.” I look down at her, releasing a slow breath.
“But you have me now. You have something to live for, and dammit, Brax, all the money we ever need. Why continue something you don’t have to?”
“Because I can’t just walk away, it really doesn’t fucking work that way.” I take her hand, leading her over to the couch. “Sit,” I instruct her, and she falls beside me a little reluctantly. “There is too much hanging over me. Trouble with the MC, trouble with Carter. It all needs to be taken care of.” I’m expecting her to understand something she has absolutely no knowledge of.
“So, we figure it out. All of it,” she rushes out, turning to face me, her bony knee brushing against mine. “And when it’s done, you promise to quit. You walk away from everyone and everything.”
“And do what? Sit on my ass all day every day?”
“Invest the money. You did so good with this place.” She points her finger to the ceiling. “You could invest your money into property. Do them up, sell them on, make more money.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
“It is.” She smiles, squeezing my hand a little tighter. “Think about it. This is the start of the rest of our lives. We can make plans. Ones that don’t get you killed.” She tilts her head, her eyes widening, and I can’t help but laugh a little. She’s right. I know she’s right. Only this is part of who I am now. Can I really be someone else? Can I walk away from what I’ve worked so hard to build?
I look at my reflection in the mirror, and finally, I’m starting to see me again. My face is already filling out a little and my clothes don’t feel like they’re going to fall off me. The last few days with Brax have been mixed. I’ve gone from feeling utter elation, to complete despair. Every day I fear that someone will knock on the door. Someone who holds a grudge against us. I’m terrified of losing him. After all, he’s all I have.
“Izzy,” he calls for me. “Tara is here.”
I called and arranged a shopping trip with Tara. I was shocked with just how enthusiastic she was about it.
“Coming,” I reply, pressing the lipstick against my lips and swiping it across, then back again. It’s a light one, barely noticeable, but I like it. I nod, happy with how I look before skipping out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
“Hey,” I call over to her, grabbing my purse and jacket from the rack beside the door. I look inside my heavier-than-normal purse and gasp at the sight of roll upon roll of twenty-dollar bills.
“What?” she asks, her eyes boring into me.
“Oh, uh, nothing,” I answer weakly.
“Girl, you’re looking good, apart from the fact that you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
“I’m feeling good,” I reply cheerfully. “Having Brax helps.” I look up at him now standing beside me. Reaching onto m
y tiptoes, I kiss his rugged face, his stubble harsh against my skin. I mouth an inaudible thank you, realizing he’s the only one that could’ve put the money there.
I look at Tara. Her eyes are fixed on the floor and she fidgets awkwardly. I cringe internally, knowing that something happened between these two, and wondering whether there are still some feelings on her part. I ignore it for now, but make a mental note to speak to her about it, one to one.
“Yeah, he’s not bad,” she says teasingly. “Pain in the fucking ass though.” She snarls playfully at him, and he rolls his eyes in the way you would about your kid sister.
“Let’s go,” he says waving us forward with his hands. She gives me the side eye and a flick of her head as she stifles a laugh. A chuckle escapes me as I laugh with her.
“Oh, great. You two are gonna be ganging up on me, huh?”
“Oh, shut up and get in the back seat,” she says, pressing the key fob, unlocking the doors to her car.
“Great,” he groans and I can’t help but laugh at the two of them bouncing off each other. He’s like the miserable older brother and she’s acting like the kid sister. Opening the door, I jump in the passenger’s seat, setting off toward downtown.
“I can’t even remember what downtown is like.”
“Oh, you’ll love it. I’m going to take you to all the best places, it’s going to be so much fun.” A smile widens on her face and I can’t help but wonder if she needs a friend just as much as I do.
Walking through street after street, we check out the clothes and the more time I spend with her the more I like her infectiousness. She’s a little loud, but a lot of fun. My cheeks ache from laughing so much.
“Oh, you have to try these on.” She holds up a shiny pair of multicolored, sequin stilettos. “With your legs, darling, you’ll rock these.”
“You have got to be kidding me, right?” I gasp, taking the very expensive-looking shoes. “How would I even stand in those?” I walk over and place them back on the shelf where she got them from.
“Practice, Izzy. It’s all about the practice. Maybe you should buy them for a special occasion? You could go out for a real expensive meal somewhere. A lot of the fancy joints around here are owned by Carter and Brax anyway.”
“What?” I ask, a little taken aback by her comment.
“Yeah,” she replies with a whisper, wrapping her hand around the top of my arm and pulling me close. “They filter a lot of money through these restaurants and provide protection at the same time.”
Sighing heavily, I drop down onto the small chairs behind me. “I feel like I don’t know the half of it.” I smile sadly, and she rushes to sit beside me.
“Izzy, I only know this because I’ve been part of this family all my life. My uncle was the boss before Carter, and the whole family is involved in one way or the other. My mom always tried to shelter us from it, make us feel normal. But the minute people find out you are Carter’s cousin, they give you a wide berth. Especially men,” she says widening her eyes and pressing her lips into a fine line.
“Brax told me about you and Nate.”
“Urgh,” she growls. “He had no right.”
“I think he’s concerned,” I say in Braxton’s defense.
“That’s not it at all,” she snaps, but I know she isn’t directing her frustrations at me. “Our family see the MC as the lowest form of criminal. Their morals are completely screwed, and after the, uh, well you know what happened, I kind of agreed. That was until I met Nate. He’s different, Izzy,” she says excitedly. “I think there is also an agreement in place that the MC don’t touch the Mellano women, or so Nate says.”
“So you like him, but nothing is happening between you two?” I ask, narrowing my eyes a little.
“If anyone asks, nothing is happening.”
“So, you are?”
“Oh, we’ve tried fighting it. We both know it could get us in trouble, but I can’t help it. He’s not like the rest. He’s kinda special,” she coos and she rocks from side to side with her hands pushed between her knees, a dreamy look in her eye.
“And Brax?” I ask tentatively. “I know something happened between you.”
“Oh.” She slumps forward and is suddenly silent.
“Listen, I don’t want it to be awkward between us. I just need to know if there are feelings involved.”
“Honestly, there were… but please, let me explain.”
I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I don’t know if it’s a pang of jealousy or whether I’m scared to hear about Brax being with someone else. I nod, staying quiet, letting her continue.
“When I was being raped, he saved me. He looked after me, and naturally I developed a bit of a crush. See, Brax is the reason I was allowed to go to the party that night, but he didn’t want me, not really. Carter had hoped that we would couple up, that I would be the girl to get Brax to forget about you and move on. But even after all that time, he couldn’t. I thought we were getting close, and I did develop some feelings for him. God, this is hard, I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I have to be honest with you.”
“It is hard, but I’d take honesty over lies any day.”
“I wasn’t even given a second’s thought the minute he knew you were alive.”
Sucking in a breath through my gritted teeth, I almost feel bad for her.
“But you two were always meant to be, Izzy. He loves you enough to risk his life, not once, but twice to save you. That says a lot about his commitment to you, and that’s something I would never be able to compete with. As soon as I saw the connection between you was the minute that I realized there was never anything between us really.”
“What about a double date? You, me, Brax, and Nate?”
“Whoa,” she says dramatically, holding up her hand. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that would be? Going out in public with Nate when everyone knows who we are?”
“Seriously?” I scrunch up my nose. “It’s really that bad?”
“Uh, yesss,” she says all sassy. “Carter has men all over the city. We’d never get through the night without someone seeing us. Plus, the Savages are still pissed with Brax over the whole rapist pig murder thing.”
“No,” I snap in annoyance. “If you and Nate want to be together, nobody can say otherwise.”
She laughs shaking her head at me. “Oh, sweet girl. You really don’t have a clue. There are rules. Ones that you don’t break for fear of causing the next war.”
“Well, it’s time we changed those rules. If I want to take you and Nate to dinner as thanks for all you have done, then I’m taking you to dinner. Anyone wants to question that, then they ask me,” I say with a tone of finality.
Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she pulls me into her, almost a little too harshly. I put my hand down, trying to balance myself out. “I like your style, girl. So does that mean we can get the stilettos?”
“Stilettos it is,” I say, grabbing them off the shelf and instructing the assistant of the size needed. Her face lights up as we make our way to the counter, her arm snaking through mine. “It’s going to be amazing.”
We spend hours walking around downtown and I’m in awe of the place. So many shops and fancy restaurants, Tara has already pointed out the one she wants us to book for our unofficial date night, one that just happens to be owned by Carter. The more I spend time with her, the more I realize how infectious this girl is. Constant chatter and smiles, so much high energy it almost makes me feel exhausted.
“Izzy,” Brax calls out as we step out of what feels like the hundredth clothes store. I glance up at him leaning against the wall, one foot against the brickwork, a cigarette clutched between his thumb and index finger. He lifts it to his mouth, taking a drag. Smoke billows around his face before he flicks it to the ground, stamping on it with his heavy leather boots.
“But we have a ton more shops we need to go to before we leave,” Tara protests, while Brax steps closer, offering
me his hand.
“Here, let me take those for you,” he says with a rugged smile. “We really have to go. I have business that needs handling.” His voice is lowered and his eyebrows are drawn. Something is wrong, I sense it.
“What? What kind of business,” I ask, handing him some of the bags.
“Carter,” he mumbles, his eyes flitting up to mine, then down to my free hand. He takes it, leading us back to Tara’s car.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.” I tug a little on his hand and he glances down at me.
“Me either. But he’s fucking pissed and I need to put an end to this. It will follow us until I have.”
“But… but… what if he does something? What if he hurts you, or worse?” I gulp down the nerves that form a lump in my throat.
“It won’t come to that. I might not trust him right now, but he’s been like a brother to me. For years he’s been the only family I’ve had. I don’t like what has happened, not one fucking bit.”
A wave of fear and despair washes through me. I don’t trust Carter. I don’t like him and I think he’s more of a danger than Brax could ever know.
“I need answers. I need to know why when I needed him the most, did he turn his back on me?”
“And what, Brax? What if he doesn’t give you answers? What happens then?” He snaps his hand out of mine, turning and facing me.
“Then I give him his fucking precious money and walk away,” he roars. “I close it down. Everything we had will be lost.”
I squint at him, my lips pursed together, letting the bags drop to the sidewalk. “You’re giving him exactly what he wants. Carter calls and you go running. Why not turn the tables? Get him to come to you. Where you are safe.”
“She’s right,” Tara chimes in. “Listen, I don’t want to get caught between the two of you but she’s thinking smart. Play him at his own game. Call the Savages. Call the men that are loyal to you…”
“I don’t need backup. Jeez, you two have no idea.” He throws his arm up in frustration. “If I do that, it’s like declaring war. He called me with the invitation, I have to go. I’m not arguing about this.” He reaches for the bags I dropped to the floor, swiping them from the ground, then turns and continues to charge forward, all the while shaking his head.
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