When Reese found me trying to fight the man off, he flipped the fuck out. The gentle guy I’d known turned into a stone cold killer. He pulled the bastard off me and used his hands to snap the guy’s neck. I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, but there’s nothing like seeing the light in a man’s eyes ceasing to exist in an instant.
“Why didn't I know about this shit? I’m president of the club. I need to know everything. You should’ve told me. Reese should've told me.”
“You weren’t president then.”
His eyes narrow. “That don’t fuckin’ matter. I was VP! I should have known.”
I shake my head. “I wouldn’t have told anyone, if Reese hadn’t walked in on it. I even begged him not to tell anyone else, and he gave me his word that he wouldn’t.”
“Why the hell would you do that? You know that nothing goes on in the club that I don't know about. I don’t care if it happens to a member, a prospect, or a club whore. If something goes down here, I need to know about it.”
I bury my head into his chest, trying to hide from his penetrating stare. “Yeah, I knew that I was supposed to tell you, but I also knew that whatever business you had going down with the Lords was important. Shit, the whole club had been on edge for weeks before they came. I knew there was something big going down, and I wasn't going to let what happened get in the way of what you had planned.”
“That wasn't your choice,” he says, giving me a tight squeeze.
“No, it wasn't, but in the long run, I was right. A lot of shit happened that weekend that helped both clubs. The Lords and the Renegade Sons have been working together ever since,” I say, finally looking up. “I knew they were a good club. Most of the Lord members are as solid as our boys. I wasn’t going to start a war with good men just because one of their brothers was a bastard.”
“It wouldn’t have started a war,” he says with a shake of his head.
I nod. “It would have, and you know it. There is no way Chipper would’ve kept quiet about what happened. He would have raised all kinds of hell until you made sure every Lord paid for what their brother had done. I doubt it would’ve took too much convincing.”
Even after all we’ve been through, I’ve always known that Kidd cared about me. If he knew someone had hurt me, he would have wanted revenge.
He stays quiet for a few minutes, running his hands slowly over my back. Finally, he starts to talk in a quiet voice. “You got anymore secrets?”
“Tons,” I state matter of factly.
He gives me another squeeze. “You feel like sharing?”
“Not right now,” I say, hoping he’ll drop it.
Kidd pulls back and looks down to me. “I’ll let you keep your secrets for now, but someday you’re gonna have to open up to me.”
I nod, praying that he won’t make me say I agree. “You know, there are still things I can do with my mouth, even if they don’t include your dick.”
A slow, but sexy smile crosses his face. “And what would that be?”
I place my hands on his chest and give him a little push. “Roll over, Kidd. Let me show you.”
Kidd and I spend the next hour in bed. By the time he walks out of my room, I’m ready to go back to sleep. I know I need to get to the strip club to check on things, though, so I roll out of bed and get dressed. Less than thirty minutes later, I pull into my spot by the back door of The Kitty Kat. I knife outta the car and make my way inside.
Walking past the bar area, I head right back to the changing rooms. Krista’s starting tonight, and I need to make sure she knows how things go here before customers start rolling in. Maybe I should’ve had this talk with her before I let Kidd talk me into taking her on, but I had other things on my mind at the time. Just thinking about those other things sends a smile onto my face.
I’m still scared that he’ll hurt me again, but his words last night have helped alleviate some of that fear. No matter what, I love him. I always have. I’m still not sure if I trust him, but I’m willing to give it a chance. If he screws up again, I’ll do the one thing I’ve always thought I would do; I’ll leave Big Clifty and my family behind.
I knock on the door before entering. “Coming in, girls,” I shout as I open the door.
As soon as I walk in, I see her. She’s young, somewhere around twenty. She’s got a body that will drive the guys crazy. When she turns to look at me, I see the resemblance to Sarah. She has the same blonde hair and blue eyes. The only difference that’s truly noticeable is the coldness that shines brightly in her eyes. Sarah’s eyes always shot daggers at me, but this chick’s eyes are dead. Something about it sends a shiver through my body.