Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(68)

I look to Jenna and shake my head.  “I don’t think she loved me.  Looking back on our time together, I think she was obsessed with becoming an old lady, especially an old lady to a man that would be president someday.”
“I got in her way.  That’s why she hated me so much.”
“No, my feelings for you got in the way, but that wasn’t all of it.  I would’ve realized the game she was playing sooner or later.”
She nods.  “You would have, but she still would’ve hated me.”
“I’m not sure if that’s true.  I wasn’t faithful to her when we were in Mateland.  I didn’t rub it in her face, but I didn’t try to hide it either.  She had no claim on me, and I didn’t make any promises to her.  She never seemed to have a problem with it.  In fact, she was real good friends with one of the girls I used to hook up with. She had an issue with you because of some shit I did.”
“What?” She asks.
“I told her the first night here that it wasn’t gonna work between us, but that didn’t mean I turned away from her completely.  I couldn’t have you at the time, so I used her.  I was with her only once after we got back, but once was too much.  I ended up calling out your name when I came. She flipped the fuck out.  The sweet girl I knew disappeared, and she became a complete bitch.”
“I can’t say I blame her.  If you called out another woman’s name while you were inside me, I’d cut your fuckin’ balls off.”
I smile at her.  “Baby girl, when I’m inside you, the only thing I can think of is staying there.  No damn way another bitch’s name would even flash through my mind.”
She smiles. “It better stay that way.”
I continue on after shooting Jenna a quick wink. “After all that happened, she became someone I didn’t know and kept doing stupid shit.  She even tried making me jealous.  I walked in on her having a threesome with a couple of the boys. At that point, I didn’t really give a shit who she was fuckin’, but I was disgusted that she was doing it just to try to piss me off.  No matter how hard she tried, and believe me, she tried really fuckin’ hard, I never touched her again.  I wouldn’t even let her ass in my room.  That’s when she threatened to kill herself.”
“My God,” she whispers out.
“At first, I was scared as shit. That’s why you kept seeing her at my side.  It wasn’t that I wanted her there. It was because I was afraid to leave her ass alone.  But it didn’t take me long to figure out that she was running a game on me, doing anything she could to keep me by her side.  That’s when I told her I was done and took one of the club girls to my bed.  I made sure Sarah saw me taking her there, did my best to let her know that what we had was dead.  Instead of making her go away like I wanted it to, she just got worse.  She became my shadow, always on my ass.  She stayed that way until the day I told her to leave on her own or I’d have some of the boys take her ass to Mateland and dump her in the middle of their clubhouse. That was the day she died.”
“My God,” she says again.
“Yeah.  I was a bastard, and because of that, she’s dead.”
She shakes her head.  “You made a lot of mistakes, but not one of them is the reason she died.  You didn’t make her drive so fast.  You didn’t cause her to crash her car.  That was all on her.”
I start to deny her words, but she cuts me off.  “No, you listen to me.  How you treated her was shitty, but her death is still not your fault.”
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.  “It happened a long time ago.  Nothing we say about it now matters, but you got to understand that I can’t just turn my back on Krista.  I owe it to Sarah to look out for her little sister.”
She nods.  “I do understand. I don’t like it, but I understand. What’s this girl want?”
“Her old man kicked her out, and her parents won’t let her move back home. She came here because she needs a place to stay and a job.  I figured you could work her into the rotation over at The Kitty Kat.  She told me that she’s been waitressing since she was sixteen. Maybe she can sling drinks for you. Can you do that for her?”
“Not for her, but I can do that for you.”
I lean down and kiss the top of her head.  “Thank you, baby girl.”
“Don’t thank me yet.  If I hate the bitch, I will place her right back in your lap again,” she says, and then looks up to me.  “Well, maybe not in your lap. Actually, she better not ever be anywhere near your lap.”