“I’m going to skip out for a bit. Let you two have some time alone.” Roan comes back from the kitchen, stuffing a small flask into his back pocket. My nerves instantly go on edge, wondering if he’s going to Aidan’s. I scowl confused. Begging him to not say a word with my eyes.
“I’m not telling him, Deidre. That’s your call. Not mine. But don’t keep it from him for very long. He has a right to know.”
He is going to Aidan’s? I trust Roan. He’s never given me a reason not to. I swallow the little bit of jealousy I have in my gut that he’s going to see him, and tell him what I need to say. “I know you won’t. And I couldn’t agree with you more. I would never keep either one of them from knowing one another.” He simply nods. Nothing more needs to be said, not now anyway.
With his parting words to me, he bends down, kisses Alina, winks at me, and rubs the baby’s head. I trust Roan. I’ve known him most of my life. It’s Aidan and the reaction he’s going to have when he finds out about Diesel I don’t trust.
CHAPTER THREE
AIDAN
Silence met me once again the minute Roan left. The thing about silence is it has the power to make you think. The energy from complete muteness can slow down the mind. In this case, it has mine reeling. I mean, what in the hell was tonight all about?
The way he sunk into his chair, one leg crossed over the other, tapping his fingers nervously on his leg. The minute I looked away from him, he was looking at me. I felt like he was studying my profile, searching for something.
I’ve known him for a long time. He’s never been one to keep secrets, unless he’s asked to. If he has something to say, he says it. Roan was off tonight. Something big is going down, and for the life of me, I have no idea what the hell it could be.
I’m a member of this family. Been through the ritual of the ceremony, swore to put it first. Keep my mouth shut by pledging an oath of silence. I’ve stuck my neck out many times over the course of this past year. Running errands. Beating the shit out of men who try to pull one over on us.
I’m a bodyguard to his woman. Even though their families have made peace with one another, not to mention the red scum of the earth, Royal, is fucking rotting in his hole of death somewhere, the families still have enemies. Especially Alina’s, with her dad and his dealing with drugs.
I push away from the locked door, the only light on in my apartment coming from the half bath in the hallway giving me enough to make my way to my bedroom, still not understanding why the hell the Solokov family still deals those fucked up drugs. After everything these two families have dealt with over the past few years, you would think people would say ‘Fuck this shit, we don’t need it anymore,’ especially the goddamn money. I’ve seen first-hand what money can turn a person into. That shit is not for me. I’m not complaining by any means. I have one hell of a roof over my head. Food in my belly. But fuck me, there’s some crazy ass shit out there. I really don’t have room to talk or to judge, though. Hell, I help steal guns when I’m not watching out for Alina.
Shaking that shit out of my mind, I flip off the light in the bathroom as I go by and walk in the dark to my room, not even turning on my bedroom light. I strip down to my boxers and climb into bed with the covers draping low on my waist. The minute I close my eyes, all I see are the massive waves of black hair and the hazel eyes of Deidre La Russo. She’s gone, man. Get her out of your head. Sleep, asshole. Who knows how long I lie there thinking about her. But I do, until I slight my head a little and see what time it is.
With Alina demanding to walk to work every morning, means I’m up early making sure she arrives at the hospital safe. Once she’s there, I hightail my ass to one of the club houses to deal with whatever Roan or Cain need me to do. Which is usually rough some asshole up or steal guns.
I actually laugh out loud at that shit. If my head-up-her-own-ass mother of mine knew what I did, she would be embarrassed to claim me as her son even more than she is now. Which means nothing, because the dumb bitch hasn’t paid me any attention my entire life.
Fuck it. Enough dwelling on shit I have no control over. Whatever the hell is eating away at Roan, if he needs to bring me in on something, then I’m there. If it has to do with him and his woman, then that’s between them. Most importantly, enough about my mother and Deidre.
With my mind finally shutting down, I sleep. And goddamn it, now I’m dwelling in my sleep, because when I wake from a dream that felt so fucking real, I question where in the world that fiery, foul mouthed, jet black-haired woman with those hazel eyes is in this fucked up world we live in.