Tank's Property(13)

Stepping away from the window, this weird sensation moved through her. She didn’t know what it was, or why she felt like this suddenly. Shouldn’t I feel scared? Shouldn’t I be apprehensive some strange man is standing in the driveway, clearly staring at me?

With her back now to the window, she felt her hands start to shake, felt her pulse race, and droplets of perspiration lined the area between her breasts. It was when she heard three loud raps on the front door that her heart jumped in her throat, and everything felt surreal.

Why am I feeling this way?

There were several more knocks on the door, and she finally found herself moving toward it, gripping the handle, and pulling it open. And there, standing on the doorstep, was a man she didn’t think she’d ever see again, the man she’d run from because she’d been fucked up in the head and scared of her own shadow.

And the man I haven’t been able to clear from my thoughts, no matter how much I tried to.





Chapter Six



Seeing Bunny again after all this time was like getting kicked in the balls, like having every ounce of strength being pulled from him. She stood there, only a few feet from him, her hair a dark, wild mess around her head, and her light grey eyes wide, shocked to see him. She wore a loose t-shirt and a pair of sweats, but he’d never seen a more beautiful woman, never felt anything like this for any other female before.

She’d been it for him, and he’d let her go.

How I fucking hate myself right now.

“Brendan,” she whispered his name, and all he could do was stand there, look his fill, and tell himself that things were different. She wasn’t his anymore, hadn’t been for a long damn time. She’d left Thorne, left him, and gone to find something better for herself. At least he hoped she found something better for herself.

“You’re probably wondering what in the hell I’m doing here.” He got right to it, trying not to let his emotions haze this situation.

She nodded, but didn’t move to let him in. He exhaled, not sure what to say, but knowing he needed to just spit this shit out. He wanted her in the safety of the clubhouse, and he didn’t even know if she’d come willingly, or kick and scream. Either way, she’d be at the MC where it was safe.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice was soft, hesitant even. He could tell she was nervous by the way she gripped the edge of the door tight enough her knuckles turned white. She also kept swallowing, her eyes still wide, and the pulse at the base of her neck beating wildly.

“Can I come in?” He wanted to talk to her about all of this, to explain everything to ensure she was safe. This was weird as hell for him, too. He hadn’t seen her in just as long, and seeing her after all this time was like a punch to his gut, mixed with a shot of what he felt for her.

Nothing’s changed on how I feel. I still fucking love you, Bunny.

But he had higher priorities to worry about right now.

She nodded and finally stepped aside, letting him in. The house still looked the same on the outside—shitty and depressing. The inside was pretty much the same, as well, although he noticed she’d gotten rid of some of the furniture, pictures, and other things that her piece of shit father had collected over the years. The house also was void of the scent of cigarettes and booze.

The sound of the door shutting had him turning and facing her. She looked so small, vulnerable, although she also still looked the same, too.

“You’re still so fucking beautiful, Bunny.” It was the sight of her face turning pink that made him realize he’d said those words out loud. But he wasn’t about to feel ashamed he’d said them.

Did she leave because of what I said? Did I scare her off all those years ago? Maybe she didn’t ever feel the same for me?

Maybe now that he was here they could confront this together?

She still hadn’t said anything, but finally she smoothed her hands down her legs and gestured into the kitchen.

“I don’t keep alcohol in the house, but I have other things if you’re thirsty?” she said, her voice tight. She kept her back toward him as she walked into the kitchen.

“I’m good.” He followed closely behind, and once he entered the kitchen he saw the fucking thing looking exactly like it used to. All those years ago he’d only been in this house a few times, and that last time had been when he beat the shit out of her old man. That seemed like a lifetime ago now.

He took a seat at the same table that had been here all those years ago, and like a picture reel in his head, the memories of the times he’d been here flashed through his mind. Watching her as she got juice out of the fridge, he saw the way her hands shook. He hated that she was nervous, and knew beating around the bush about any of this was just making things even more awkward.