Always (Wesson Rebel M.C. Series) (19 page)

“Where the hell is
Ro?”

“Sleeping.”

“Well, let’s wake her ass up.” He shakes his head, turns on his heels and stomps away.

I follow behind him
, feeling like a child again. Ro is going to be irritated. I snuck off in the middle of the night and got high. Not that she owns me, but any man knows, a pissed of woman will make your life hell. It’ll hurt her that I didn’t wake her. I take a few deep breaths.

Dallas
pushes the door open and it bangs against the wall.

Rowan jumps u
p in bed and turns to the door, struggling to surface from sleep. “What the fuck?” she croaks out.

“Where’s Cora?” Dallas growls. He’s almost feral. His eyes
are slits, his chest is heaving and there’s a wildness in his voice I’ve never heard before.

“No
where you’re going tonight. Shit, look at you.” Rowan rubs her eyes and tosses the sheets away from her. “You think stalking her down, throwing her over your shoulder like a cave man and forcing her back here is going to fix what’s broken?”

“You think you know
something about us? You don’t. It’s not the same as the fucking prince charming shit you have with my brother. We both know it. Let’s not act like that’s changed. Cora and I
let
you play with us, but that doesn’t mean you know a damn thing. You always had it easy. The golden couple who got to hide in their books. I’ve had my hands in the dirt, blood and shit that keeps this club going from the time I was a fucking teen. You have no clue what memories live in my brain. But Cora does. You think you can live in the belly of the beast and not become a monster? Cora’s bore the brunt of female lead. It was expected for us to eventually step up. You know how much pressure that is? Why do you think everyone constantly flocked to Cora? Spilling their guts like she was a fucking priest? That shit’s in her head now and taking its toll. You think she’s just running from me?” Dallas throws his head back and gives a dead laugh.

I stare at him and the sound of it
chills me to the bone.

“
No, she wants out of this life, this club and unless I break through to her and convince her differently, she
will
leave. So tell me, how the fuck am I suppose to do that when I’m not even sure what I think about Wesson?”

His words
strangle me. Is this how he’s felt all this time? He’s not wrong, but it hurts to hear it from his lips. I meet Rowan’s gaze, and see the same pain reflected. How did we miss this? Did they do such a good job of pretending that we never knew?
You knew.
A little voice spoke inside me.
You were too busy being grateful it wasn’t you to really care. This is the payback for your ignorance. What you and Rowan deserve for leaving the two people you claim to love most, shouldering the weight.
The high flees and my chest aches. I rub my sternum and take a deep breath.

“Nothing to say now, Irish
?” Dallas sneers. “I want to know where my family is. They’re the only reason I came back to this shit.”

I see the presidency stretch out before me and my mind blanks.

“I’ll give you the address, just—take the night to rest and get yourself together,” Rowan whispers.

“Fine,” h
e snaps. She rattles off the address and he’s gone.

“Danny?” Rowan whispers.

I meet her curious gaze. “Nothing’s ever going to be the same again, is it? I don’t know if he’s coming back, Ro. Now that I’ve seen him, I can’t keep lying to myself. It’s not a one more week type of situation.”

“You don’t have to do this. We can leave, go anywhere. You can step down from the throne.”

I shake my head and go over and grip her arms. “We owe them this.” I swallow down the bile and clear my throat. “I’m not going to be the weakling he thinks I am.” I square my shoulders. My father’s legacy will not die with him and I refuse to let down the brother who sacrificed so much for me over the years. You don’t always get to pick the path you take in life. Sometimes, you’re born into something far bigger than yourself. I’m ready to put my shit aside and step up.

I have no clue what’s
going to happen in the future. But I know for now, Wesson is my responsibility. The only way it’ll be taken over by someone who isn’t Dallas, is over my dead body.

The Story Continues in

Wesson Rebel M.C. Book 2: Forever