Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(47)

Now, I feel like we’re back at square fucking one. How did I let shit get this bad between us? I know that what I said to her after Sarah’s death cut her to the core, but it’s hard to apologize when the person you wronged hasn’t spoken to you in over six fucking years.
There’s no way she thinks that I really meant the things I said to her after Sarah’s death.  She had to know that Sarah was only her stand in. Everyone knew that I was just waiting for her to get older, to be able to make her mine. I know now, I should have sent Sarah packing as soon as I laid eyes on Jenna. I most definitely should have told her to hit the road after Mindy’s funeral.  Shit!  I should have never brought her down here in the first place.
If I hadn’t have made those mistakes, I would have my Jenna.   Instead, what I got is a cold hearted bitch that barely talks to me, let alone acknowledges I even fuckin’ exist.  Hell, that’s not true.  I don’t even have the cold hearted bitch either.  Truth be told, I’d take the new Jenna, Ice, in a heartbeat and just pray I could thaw her out.
For now, I’ll give Jenna this play. I’ll let her pretend that she doesn’t want me. Hell, I’ll let her pretend I don’t even exist.  She can play at being as cold as she wants, but when I see she finally has her shit together, she’s mine, and I won’t be taking no for an answer.  I just hope it won’t take too long for her to see the light, because I’m not sure I can hold off much longer.
I shake off my thoughts of Jenna when my phone rings.  I pick it up and see a number that’s from one of the throwaway cells that we sneak into the boys in prison.   “Hello.”
“What the fuck, man?  How the hell could you let that happen?” Timber growls into the phone.
I take a breath to control my temper.  “How did you find out?”
“I talked to Reese.  He’s pissed as fuck!  I can’t believe you let that shit go down.”
Again, I have to fight to control my temper.  Not only is my brother screaming at me, but he’s also doing his best to claim my woman.  Seeing Jenna with the guys around the club makes me mad as hell.  A few times, Chipper’s had to lock me in my room to keep me from beating the piss outta whichever bastard is touching her. Yeah, seeing my Jenna with other guys hurts, but it’s nothing compared to her relationship with Timber.   He loves Jenna. Sometimes, I wonder if he may love her as much I do. What’s even worse is that she loves him too.
“If you talked to Reese, you know what happened.  There’s no reason for me to tell you again, and if Reese is pissed, he should be pissed at himself.  He was standing right beside her. It’s his piece she used.”   
Reese is another problem that I don’t even want to think about.  He and Jenna are tight, too fucking tight.  Brother is so pussy whipped when it comes to her that I’m surprised he can even function on his own.  He’s been asking me to let him cut his old lady loose and claim Jenna, but there’s no fucking way I’m going to let that shit happen.  
“I know, he told me, but he’s not the president of the fucking club.  You are.”
“I can’t control everything.”
“Well, brother, that’s the job you took on when Gun died.  If you can’t handle it, maybe you should step aside.”
“Fuck you, man.”
“No, fuck you.  I’m not stupid. I know what happened.  You were too busy watching Ice’s ass to notice the bitch had a blade.”#p#分页标题#e#
His words make me angry, but the truth behind them makes me furious.  “I don’t want to talk about this shit any longer, so if you got something important to say, you better get it said.”
“Have you been giving Ice my letters?” he asks, sounding sure that he already knows the answer.
Shit!  When I first started getting letters at the club house for Jenna, I just couldn’t stop myself from opening them.  When I saw what was inside of them, I knew I’d never let one make it to her.  Timber, my best fucking friend, wants to make my girl his old lady.  Just like with Reese, I’m not letting that happen.  “Yeah man, I am.  Ice doesn’t need that shit right now.  You get out, then you can talk to her. Until then, keep your fucking feelings to yourself.”
He laughs again, but this time it sounds genuine.  “Sure, man.  I’ll do that.  As soon as I’m home, I’ll have her on the back of my bike. Oh, and just so you know, my parole was approved two days ago.  I should be home in a few weeks.”