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Chapter 6

Stone

S leeping while Reggy and Mordy weakly argued back and forth wasn’t an option. Every time I heard Mordy’s weak excuses to continue his antics, I had to stop myself from swinging my door open and pounding my fists into his face. He got off on pain. If I beat his ass to a bloody pulp, he would enjoy it. Bird, on the other hand, refused to admit out loud that she was drawn to him, but it was undeniable. So, he saw her tits in a bra, big deal. It was dumb to lose my shit over it, but it wasn’t the true reason I was upset. Of course, at first, it was a territorial thing, but truthfully, I was more pissed at the intimacy they shared in that moment than I was anything else. It might not have meant much to her, but she didn’t understand Mordy like I did. If she actually despised him like she claimed, we would have talked about what happened and then made up in the same conversation.

Shit, maybe I opened some twisted form of Pandora’s box in his head when he first started touching her, and I hadn’t put a stop to it. I should have pressed the issue harder than I had, but honestly, I thought it was harmless. The joke was on me this time. I should have known nothing—and I meant absolutely nothing—was harmless when it came to Mordy. As much as I hated to admit it, he was a damned good brother, and every step he took was meticulous. I didn’t even think this was exactly intentional on his part, either. Mordy didn’t do feelings or relationships. In fact, the only successful bond I had ever seen him have was with us brothers. His passion lay within murder and violence, not searching the earth for a lifelong partner. Would I ever apologize to him for the shit I have said to him? Probably not. It wasn’t how we operated with one another. But, seeing as I basically told Reggy to fuck him to get it out of her system, I guess I wasn’t even that upset with him. He didn’t do compassion. Honestly, knowing Mordy and his sick, sadistic behavior, it wouldn’t surprise me if he was hunting her or something as equally weird.

I took the night to mull things over and cool down because I was being irrational, and I knew it. I would never admit it to Mordy, but when I sat down and really thought about them fucking, I got harder than a rock. I wasn’t remotely attracted to him, or any other man for that matter, but the idea of being able to see Bird’s sweet cunt stretch around him as she rode him had me half-mast. The idea of her being pushed to the brink of ecstasy, regardless of the cause, always got me hard.

Bird was in his bed, and the last time I checked, unbeknownst to her, Mordy was watching her sleep. I wasn’t sure if she was aware, but it was something he did regularly. When I caught him the first time, he said he was doing a parameter check, and I told him to get the fuck out. Of course, he didn’t listen and returned the next night. It was a vicious cycle, and every night, the tension grew between us. After our last meeting at our clubhouse, I stopped telling him to get out. He probably figured he had worn down my resolve, and I didn’t tell him otherwise. Mordy put being a brother of the Crazed Kings MC above everything, just like I did…before I fell for Bird. Well, I guess my morals changed the day I met her, but I hadn’t realized it. Since the very day my eyes landed on her, I had been doing questionable shit by thinking of her first and the club second. I might not have realized that was what I was doing at the time, but thinking about each tiny aspect of our past, it was obvious. I was in love with her and didn’t want to lose her, but somehow, I was the one who had ended things. I would have loved to say I knew it was only a temporary thing, but if I was being honest, I wasn’t sure that was true.