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My heart drops, and I lean closer to him to give him a kiss. He doesn’t advance closer to me, so I drop my kiss on his cheek instead. “Thank you for being so understanding.”

He smiles. “No more calls or messages for me to come rescue you, okay?I’ll see you at Tim’s wedding. Then that’s it.”

I’ve tried to forget about the wedding coming up, knowing I’ll have to see my dad. But no more Henry? “Nothing?”

With a heavy sigh, he says, “I can’t have you needing me one minute and not the next. I’ll always be here, like I told you. But the next time you call me, make sure it’s the last time. My head and my heart simply can’t take anymore rejection from you.”

As much as his words make me feel like the world’s worst human, his honesty and openness are to be admired. I know exactly where I stand with him. Deep down, I’ve played with his emotions for far too long, even if I’ve only really been truly made aware of them for the first time tonight.

“Okay, Hen. I understand,” I tell him because it’s the truth.

Opening the car door, I give him a small wave as he pulls away. It takes me a few moments before my heavy feet start carrying me to the house. Once inside, I slump against the door, feeling dejected. Do I really want biker boy? Maybe I’m just acting out because this place is new to me? Either way, once I’m alone in my room, there’s only one face I see before falling into blissful sleep.

Chapter Six

TRAVIS

Two whole weeks have passed since Mollie left the clubhouse. Two whole weeks of seeing her dark, chocolate eyes every time I close mine. It’s doing my fucking head in. It’s Monday morning, and it’s taken everything out of me to ignore my uncle’s phone calls the way that I have. Eventually, after what felt like the millionth call, I gave in and answered, promising him I’d be there today. Aunt Janette’s hands have been playing up. There’s only so much he and Mollie can do on their own.

FuckingMollie. Why’d she have to come here? Why’d she have to drop into my life when everything was fine and fucking dandy without her. There’s a connection I feel with her, one that’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. But every time I think about her or see her face, I’m instantly bombarded with more than just a desire to fuck her. I want to own that girl, make her mine and have my way with her. For the most part, I want to see if I can break her. Up until now, there’s never been a challenge getting a woman into my bed. Up until now, I’ve never wanted someone in my bed as much as I do her.

Fuck.I can hear how I sound and I don’t fucking like it.

Seeing her leave with that pompous prick only served to seal what I was trying to deny from the moment I laid my eyes on her. I want—no, Ineedto have her. Unfortunately for me, I’d rather swallow my desire for her until I’m choking on it before I admit how I feel. I’ll make sure she breaks first. Once I know she feels the same way, then we can move past whatever the fuck is brewing between us.

She acts like she hates me, and I’ve given her no signs of liking her back. Except maybe from letting her see what she’s missing out on.

Do I regret taking Sophie’s virginity in the manor that I did? Abso-fucking-lutley. Did I know she was a virgin? Nope. That girl hasn’t left me alone since that night.

I knew better than to dip my dick where I did, though. Why didn’t I stop myself? I let my head be clouded byher. Not only that, but Mollie works for my fucking uncle, which I need her to keep doing ifIwant to get away from working there. I push her away and I’m back to square one. She stays, and… and I don’t know what that means for me in all honesty.

Grabbing my keys off the side, I close the bedroom door shut behind me.

Dean’s sat by the bar. He gives me a look.

“Bit early to start drinking,” I tell him.

“It’s still 5pm in my head.” He throws his head back, swallowing the remnants of his pint.

“Body clock still fucked?”

“Clearly,” he says. “Anyway, what’s your excuse? Why aren’t you at work already?”

I slap him on the back, moving to walk past him. “Heading there now.”

He stands.

“What you doing?” My eyes scrunch at him.

“I’ll come with you,” he tells me. “Haven’t seen your old man since I’ve been back.”

“He’s not my old man,” I fire back at him, grinding my teeth.

With a sigh, Dean grabs his helmet off the bar top. “No, but just like Uncle Ronnie isn’t my dad, he sure as shit carried the load where my parents and even Rocco, couldn’t.”

“Speak of the devil.”

“What’d you say?” Rocco strides towards where we’re standing.