Bullet: An Alpha Male MC Biker Romance (Steel Knights Motorcycle Club Romance Book 2) by Ivy Black

Author:Ivy Black [Black, Ivy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ivy Black
Published: 2021-01-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Celia

The pan sizzled as I dropped the eggs in, filling the kitchen, once again, with the smell of spices and butter. I imagined the way Harry liked to make his eggs in my mind and replicated the process because they were so good, but I didn’t like the pit it left in my stomach. It was more than just anger or frustration, it was a longing.

I missed him.

There was more than one reason to stop playing around with him. Getting vengeance for my dad was all well and good, but it wouldn’t mean anything if all I did was fall for the guy and get no revenge and end up getting hurt myself. There wasn’t an actual future for Harry and me—there couldn’t be. After all, once he learned who my godfather was, that the men who were in the car he flipped with his reckless disregard for others were the same ones I’d called “Dad” in my lifetime, all of my lies and deceit would come spilling out.

It was best to go our separate ways. My dad would understand, and my godfather would just have to get over it. It’d been close to three weeks since I last spoke to Harry, and about two since he stopped trying to contact me. It bothered me more than it should, but I just had to remind myself that it was for the best and move on.

“Good morning,” a groggy voice grumbled into the silence.

“Morning,” I replied.

Darrien rounded the corner in his wheelchair and made his way up to the fridge. He opened the door, blocking most of the view I had of him, and I didn’t think twice about it until he shut the door with the orange juice in hand. I was fairly certain that I’d put the orange juice on the top shelf of the fridge, as I often mistakenly did, resulting in his inability to reach it, but maybe I’d subconsciously put it back where he could get to it. The small conspiracy that tried to sneak its way into my brain was snuffed out as Darrien rolled over to just below the kitchen cabinet where we kept the cups and used his grabber to open it and sat struggling for a couple of minutes trying to get a cup down.

“Are you just going to stand there watching me struggle?” he snapped.

“Sorry!” I yelped.

I scuttled over from my pan and pulled a cup down and set it on the counter, then pulled the orange juice carton from his hand and poured some into the cup. When I opened the fridge door, I started to put the carton back in a spot along the doors where Darrien could reach it, but then stopped and intentionally put it back on the top shelf. Just to see what happened next time he needed orange juice.

Darrien made his way to a spot at the kitchen table against the wall and I returned to my pan to pull out the eggs I’d made.

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