“What am I supposed to do then? Sit here with my thumb up my ass?” I ask thoroughly pissed now.

“Why don’t you go fuck Casey? Relieve some of your tension.” Rhys says with a laugh.

“You’re just fucking jealous she’s not in your bed.” I say getting up from the table and walking out of the room, to do just that.

* * *

“Where are you going?” I bark entering my room. Angel is pulling her dress on from the night before and gathering all of her things.

“I’ve gotta get downstairs and pack. Breaker is going to follow me back.” Angel says without looking at me.

“Didn’t we just have this fucking conversation last night?”

“Relax big guy. I need to talk to my professors and get some things. I’ll be back in a couple of days. No worries.”

“No.”

She stops in her tracks, turns and glares at me. “What do you mean no?”

“You’re not going without me.” I say matter-of-factly. “I’m driving you up there.”

“You are not driving my car, one handed.” She demands. A small smile plays on her lips.

I step close. “Hurry up. We leave in a couple of hours.” Her eyes lift up to meet mine. They flare and her breathing picks up.

“Getting back to the old G.T. I see.” She smiles catching her bottom lip in her teeth.

“Damn right. Those fucking drugs were messing my shit up. Doc gave me some different ones that don’t mess with me so much.”

“You sure you’re okay to drive?”

“What do you think?” She didn’t say a word, just scoots around me towards the door. “I’ll be downstairs.”

* * *

“What the fuck was that boy?” Pops billows in my room as I’m putting a couple of shirts in a bag.

“What?”

“Why the fuck did you bow out of VP?” The vein in his neck ticks showing his rapid heartbeat.

I sit on the bed and rub my hand over my face. “I love this club. I am this club Pops. But it’s Becs’ time. Mine will come later.”

“After I’m fucking dead.” He growls. “This better not have anything to do with Casey.”

My anger peaks at the sound of her name in such a demeaning way. “No, it has nothing to do with her. It’s on me, just like every other fucking thing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Look Pops, for once it was the right thing to do. Let’s just let it lay.”

Pops clenches his fists but nods his head.

“I’ve gotta take Angel up to get her shit. She’s coming home and this time she’s not leaving.” I say as I put jeans in my bag.

“Good. Then maybe you can get your head out of your ass.” He says pushing the door open and slamming it shut.

Some decisions you make are good, some not. Deep down, in my gut, not being VP right now is what needs to happen for me.

Chapter 11—G.T.

I look over to the passenger seat to a fidgety Angel, her hands are in front of her and not one finger has stopped moving since the car left the clubhouse. “You nervous, Angel?”

She looks up, a soft smile graces her lips. “A little.” She swallows and looks out the window. “We’re going to the place where I thought I’d have Mia and where I lost her. Just hard going back.”

A lump forms in my throat, but a slight cough helps it melt away. I want to reach out to her and hold her hand, but with only one arm, that’s not going to happen. “I’m here Angel. We’ll get through this.” I try to reassure her.

I can’t say I’m happy about coming up here and that the anger isn’t there. It is. It’s not burning me like it did at first. Now, it’s more about the fact that I didn’t get to be a part of it. Regret. Even though, I know deep down it’s not my doing, it still doesn’t sit well. If I hadn’t lied, maybe just maybe baby Mia would be here. We could have been a family. I stop the car at the light and rake my hand over my face trying to clear my head.

* * *

Pulling up to the building, Angel gives a small sigh and reaches for the door handle. I follow and move around the car swiftly and wrap my arm around her body. I nuzzle my nose in her neck and pull her tight to me. “It’s okay.” She nods.

I release her waist and grab her hand, making it to the elevator.

I give her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it for her to unlock the door.

“Casey!” A deep voice calls from my left and I quickly turn putting Angel behind me. A guy in shorts and a fancy shirt walks towards us. Angel goes to talk, but I interrupt.

“Who the fuck are you?” The guy flinches and Angel’s hand falls on my arm and she peeks around my body.

“G.T. calm down. This is Jace.” She whispers.

“And that means shit to me.” My anger spikes. My eyes lock on the guy coming down the hall towards my girl. Dude’s got fucking balls to keep coming; his eyes show a small amount of fear, but not enough.

“He took me to the hospital and stayed with me. He’s a friend of mine.” She rubs my arm up and down sending shocks to my dick. Not the time to be getting hard. And it dawns on me the name Jace is one that Princess said to me. Shit.

“You took care of my girls.” I state as I look him square in the eye. “Appreciate it.” That is the closest to a thank you he’ll ever get, I don’t trust him.

Casey moves around me, “Hey, Jace. This is G.T.”

“I caught that.” His eyes do not waver from mine and I can’t help but feel this is a standoff of some sort. Whatever the fuck it is, I’ll end him.

I grunt. Angel wraps her arms around my waist and leans into me slightly, my body instantly warming from hers and calm flows over me.

“We just came to pick up a few things and get school sorted out. I’m going back home.” Jace’s eyes snap to Casey’s and glare at her, a slight redness creeps up his neck.

“What?” He asks her and I keep to myself for the time being.

“I’m going back home, Jace.”

He balls his fists up like he’s gonna swing and I move Angel fast behind me. The instant I do, Jace blows out a deep breath and unclenches his fists. But his eyes are cold and hard. “A couple days home and you’re gonna throw everything away.” The annoyance is perfectly clear.

“G.T. he won’t hurt me.” She moves to the side of me, but I keep her tight against my body. “Jace. I’m not throwing anything away. I’m gonna finish school, but I’m doing it online. I need to be home.”

“I thought you were starting over. I thought…” He trails off and I fill in the blanks.

“You thought she’d be on your dick. Nope. Not happenin’.”

“G.T.!” Angel scolds, but I ignore it and she growls. “When the two of you are done with your pissing contest, I’ll be inside packing.” She unlocks the door and storms through.

“Stay the fuck away from her or I’ll fucking pound you into the ground. She’s mine.” I clench my fists tight.

“She’s not some property you can claim.” He barks back crossing his arms over his chest. The glint of fear I saw earlier has dissipated and is replaced with defiance.

“She will be my property soon enough and wearing my leather. Stay away.” I glare, turn into the apartment and shut the door in his face. No way this little piss-ant is gonna weasel his way in. I’ll crush him.

Walking into the space, everything around me screams Casey, from the color on the walls to the engine magazines thrown across the table. I make my way down a small hallway and look in the first room. Angel is working on getting clothes put together.

She looks up and sighs. “You didn’t have to be that way with him.”

“Yeah. I did. He wants in your pants and it’s not happenin’” I grind out and lean against the door jam.

“I don’t want him. I’ve always made sure that he knew we were just friends and never gave him any indication of more. My heart is yours G.T., it always has been.” She smiles walking over and gripping my shirt.

My heart constricts. “Damn right your heart’s mine but babe, you need to open your eyes cause that man wants you.” She stops and looks at me then goes back to her clothes.

“He may want me, but I don’t want him.” I nod and walk in the room. “Have a seat.” She says pointing to the edge of the bed.

“You need to talk to the landlord about this place. Get out of the lease. You want me to do it for you?”

“I have a year contract. I’ll have to pay it.”

I crack my knuckles. “I’ll work it out.”

“Don’t hurt the poor guy.” She smirks.

“Me? Never.” I lean on the bed resting on my good arm.

“I need to get a new place first so I can get my stuff there, so give me a month or so.”

“I’ll have the brothers move ya and you’re moving in with me.”

“What? No. We’ve got too much to work out.”

“Yeah. We do. Until lockdown’s done, we stay at the club. When it’s lifted we go to my house. You want a different one; I’ll buy it for ya. But under no circumstances will you be moving anywhere besides with me. We’ll work it out, but I will not go another night without you in my bed and in my arms.”

Angel went to protest, but a screech stopped her words.

“Holy fucking shit!” I spring out of bed and stand in front of Angel. The woman’s voice is smooth like honey and shit if she wasn’t pretty, but nothing like my Angel.

“Bella!” Angel moves so quick I’m not able to catch her and she lunges into Bella’s arms. She’s told me a little about her.

Angel releases Bella, her eyes widen as they make contact with me. “Hey.” I say and sit down on the corner of the bed.

“Well hello, G.T.” Bella’s sultry voice is intoxicating.

“I see you know me.” I smirk.

“Pictures. Casey showed me. But damn you’re so much bigger in person.”