Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Lake, B. (rosie project txt) 📕

"Ok Daddy." She turns and walks out the door. I go to the window and pull the curtain all the way back so I can see her walking the short distance to that man's house. It was about 100 hundred feet or so. When she knocks on the door the man opens right away.

"Key?" He shouts back.

Keeley walks over to the door, "I'm fine, my husband and I need to talk." The word talk slides out of her mouth like fucking poison.

I look over to where Roth is sitting and see through the windshield that he is keeping an eye on everything that is going on. Just in case.

Keeley closes the door and I draw the blinds.

Let the fight begin.

"Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you can come in here now and tell me who my kid can be around?"

"Did you fucking forget that she is my kid too?" I don't hold back. Even though I know I'm supposed to be groveling, but I've done enough of that shit already. If she wanted to fight, then I was going to fight back. "Who the fuck is he?"

"What? Fly? He's my neighbor." She answers nonchalantly.

"What the fuck is your neighbor doing in your house at nearly 7 at night?"

"Do I have a fucking curfew now Dillon? He can stay as long as I want him to stay."

I squint my eyes at her, I log every part of her body language. "Are you fucking him?"

Her mouth drops open, "Excuse me? Did you just fucking ask me that?"

"Yes, the hell I did. You've been running away from me for months and when I finally am able to track you down you have some man in your house playing with my kid. So fuck yes, I'm asking you if you are fucking him." My face feels like it's on fire. Everything feels hot.

"No, you jack ass. He's just a friend. Someone I can depend on." That last part a verbal dagger straight at me.

"Keeley, you know you can depend on me. Nothing has changed in that regard."

"Yeah, can I depend on you? You don't even ask me who he is, just go straight into fighting. Not everything has to be solved with killing and guns. For fuck’s sake!" She yells out and turns away. I follow behind her. I'm not done.

"He put his fucking hands on me. I wasn't going to let that shit slide." I grab her shoulder and try to turn her around. She yanks out of my grasp like my hand was caked in shit.

"Don't touch me, Dillon. Don't put your hands on me." Her voice cracks and I can see her eyes filling up with tears.

She tightens her arms around herself. She is wearing a large, knitted pull over sweater and huge sweatpants. I get that she's home and maybe she was just looking to be comfortable, but why was everything she had on so big. It looked like she had gained a bit of weight too, maybe she was self-conscious about that? I didn't care if she was as big as a house, she would always be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

"Keeley." I take a step back, giving her the space she clearly wants. "I just want to talk to you. I've already told you that I fucked up. I already know that I caused so much shit to happen to the club and to you. I've been through hell and back trying to figure out what the hell I need to do to fix all of it, but I need you. We need to work this the fuck out."

She shakes her head and sits down on one of the stools that is by the corner of the room. "I don't know if we can work this out. I don't think this can be worked out." She doesn't look up at me.

"What? How can you say that shit? You don't love me anymore?" My heartbeat triples in speed. I can't lose her. I fucking can't. It feels like someone is sitting on my chest. Something rolls down my face and I feel sweat drop into my eyes. She was fucking leaving me. I rode all this way just to find out that she didn't want to be with me anymore.

"No, I'm not saying that. Of course, I still love you." She still isn't looking at me.

"Then what the fuck are you talking about. We've never not been able to work shit out." I take another step in her direction, but she leans back further in her chair. She doesn't want to touch me or for me to be near her. Maybe she is entertaining other men.

I've lost her.

"Keeley, don't fucking do this."

This hurts worse than it did when she had walked out of the clubhouse. I was angry when she did that, but I knew it was for the best. Part of me is relieved that someone else was going to be responsible for her wellbeing. I never thought I wasn't going to be able to get her back.

"You don't understand. You just think everything is black and white, that it can all just be swept under the rug. But some consequences are forever. You're not always going to be able to live with them. I know it. I know you. It'll be too much." She wipes her hand over her face to clear the tears, but fresh ones take their place. "I don't see how we can go back to how things were. It'll never be the same again."

Fuck, is it getting darker in here?

I pull my kutte off and toss it on the side table that she has there. When I look down at my person, I can see that my already dark shirt is even darker with sweat. I'm drenched.

I take another breath and try to calm myself. I know what this is. Keeley was the first one to tell me that I suffered from