Moose:
All good, brother.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I put my phone away and walk into the clubhouse. Everyone is waiting in the war room and I slip in the back before plopping down in a chair next to Smith.
“Sammy,” Blaze says softly, trying his best not to spook her. “Can you tell us what happened? How you ended up there?”
She nods, scanning the table. Her eyes linger on me and I scowl. “I met Oliver four years ago at a club downtown. He was so incredibly sweet and I was thrilled when he asked me out. We dated for about a month before he convinced me to move in with him and that’s when everything changed. It became clear to me that he was obsessed with this other girl…” Her gaze cuts to me and I sit up straighter.
“How do you know him, Sammy?” Storm asks, his muscles tense like he’s ready to pounce and it puts me more on edge.
“He uses a picture of you as a dartboard and he told me stories about you,” she says, her gaze never wavering from mine. “You took her from him.”
I jolt up and pound my fist on the table. “That’s not how it happened.”
“Henn!” Blaze booms and I suck in a breath as I sink back into my chair as he turns to Sammy again. “Please keep going.”
She sucks in a breath as tears build in her eyes. “He wouldn’t let me go anywhere without some of his guys and I wasn’t even allowed to speak to my family or have a phone. I was essentially a prisoner. And then about six months after I moved in, he started urging me to think about plastic surgery. He played off my insecurities and said he would pay for everything and that he just wanted me to feel as beautiful as he thought I was. I finally agreed and when I came out of my first surgery, I realized that he’d gone behind my back and changed the plans with the surgeon. From there, he’s forced me to have multiple surgeries to look like I do now.”
“Holy shit,” I whisper, shaking my head and Chance turns to me with wide eyes, mouthing, “what the fuck”. I just nod as I stare at the table in front of me. I really underestimated Biche’s obsession with my girl and worry knots my stomach as I blow out a breath and run my hand through my hair.
Jesus.
When is this shit going to end?
Chapter Twenty-One
Kady
“Baby!” Noah calls, his voice booming through the cabin and I roll my eyes before turning back to my reflection in the mirror. As soon as he got home from the run, he ordered me into the shower and said he was taking me out. Not that I mind. Going out with my man gives me a good excuse to avoid thinking about the ticking clock on the deadline I gave Kelly and TJ. “Kady Jane!”
“One minute!” I yell back, annoyance eating away at me as I run my hands down the short black sweater dress I decided on. I bought it a few months back and was saving it for a special occasion and this seems as good as any. All in all, things are pretty good.
“Are you about…” he snaps as he walks into the bedroom, his words trailing off as his eyes widen. “Shit. You look damn good, baby.”
I blush, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Thank you.”
“Although,” he murmurs, crossing the room to me and running the tips of his fingers along my thigh where the dress ends. “This is awfully short.”
“And your point is?”
“Maybe I should make you change.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Give it a try and let’s see how that works for you.”
“Fuck,” he growls as he slips his hand across my belly and rests his chin on my shoulder. “That red lipstick makes me imagine your lips wrapped around my cock.”
“Pervert.”
He nods. “When it comes to you? Hell, fucking yeah, babe.”
I shift, rubbing my thighs together and he grins as I spin in his grasp and wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you anyway. Thanks for taking me out tonight. I really needed it.”
“Of course,” he says, nodding. “You ready to go now?”
I grab my black leather jacket off the chair in the corner and turn back to him as I nod. He smiles, running a hand through his hair, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes and I scowl as he takes my hand and leads me out to the living room. Ever since he got back today, he’s been a little off. Not as bad as he was when he first found out about Nicholas but still, something is bugging him. As much as I want to pry, I decide to leave it alone as we walk outside and he opens the door of the truck for me. I climb in and he does the same right after me, pulling me close to his side as he starts the truck.
“Would you prefer I just sit on your lap?” I tease and he grins.
“Depends… you wearing panties under that ridiculously short dress?”
I smile as he backs out of the driveway. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Shit. You telling me you aren’t? Cause I swear to God, woman, I will take you back inside and spank your ass. No way in hell, you’re wearing a dress that short and going commando. You’ve lost your goddamn mind.”
“Go,” I demand as I laugh, pointing to the main road and he stares at me with a scowl on his face.
“Son of a bitch. I can’t tell if you’re telling me the truth or not.”
I shrug. “Guess you’ll just have to go to the restaurant and maybe you’ll find out later.”
He pouts like a child as he turns back toward the road and pulls the truck out onto it. I bite my lip to fight off the fit of giggles his expression inspires as I turn away from him. He hates it now but he’ll be wondering all through dinner and it will just make tonight that much hotter. By the time we reach the restaurant, his mood hasn’t improved and my lip throbs from all the biting I had to do to keep my laughter at bay. He parks the truck before turning to me.
“I need to know,” he growls, trying to slip his hand up my thigh and I laugh as I twist away from him and push his hand away.
“You’re just going to have to be patient.”
Grumbling, he opens the door and jumps out before pulling me out along with him. As I stand in front of him, he glances down my body and shakes his head as heat fills his gaze. Meeting my eyes again, he grabs a piece of my hair between his fingers and brushes it out of my face before he cups my cheek.
“Fuck. You are gorgeous, baby.”
Warmth flushes through me as I grab his hand and my eyes close. “Noah.”
“Shall we?” he asks and I open my eyes as he gestures to the same restaurant where he crashed my date with Mason. I roll my eyes.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
Closing the door of the truck, he wraps an arm around my waist as he shrugs and flashes me a grin that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “It seemed fitting.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, studying him as we walk into the lobby and he talks to the hostess. She grabs a couple menus and motions for us to follow her through the busy dining room. Stopping by a table in the back, not far from the one Mason and I shared on the night Noah barged in on us, she turns to us and smiles while waiting for us to sit down. After we’re seated across from each other, she sets a menu down in front of each of us and fills our water glasses before leaving. I slip my jacket off and prop my elbows up on the table as I meet his gaze.