Page 17 of Chase

Jesus Christ, she and Johnston were a match made in fucking Heaven.

I grunted and began to eat, forcing myself to hold it down somehow. Johnston was watching with a keen eye.

“How do you put up with her?” I asked him.

Johnston barked out a laugh. “I’ve got the ability to fuck her into submission.”

Aaliyah flipped him off, and surprisingly, it made me laugh. Johnston just winked at her. “Hurry up and finish that, Chase. We’re burning daylight. Her car isn’t going to fix itself.”

I didn’t bother asking why he didn’t get one of the other guys to help him. It was obvious he was forcing me to help to get me sobered up and out of that bedroom. Wasn’t like it had helped any. Sophia was still pumping through my bloodstream, and with every moment I sobered up, her blood on my hands just kept getting clearer and clearer. Those tears and those fucking sobs would never leave my goddamn mind. They echoed inside my skull on constant replay.

Once I was done eating, I took my plate into the kitchen and washed it up before drying it and putting it where it belonged. Then, I dropped a kiss to Aaliyah’s cheek. “Thank you,” I murmured.

A sad smile tilted her lips as she looked up at me. “Johnston told me what he knows,” she quietly informed me. I clenched my jaw, looking away from her and focusing on a spot somewhere above her head. “Jessica told me she keeps trying to reach out to you. Maybe you two should talk.”

Had she? I hadn’t even bothered to look at my phone yet. If someone needed to get me a message, they knew how to contact Johnston.

I shook my head and stepped away from her. “She used me, and then it probably didn’t even help anything anyway, Aaliyah.” I shoved my hands through my hair. “She was crying and fucking sobbing. Shebled, Aaliyah.” I stared down at my hands. “And now, her blood is all I fucking see.”

“Chase—”

I turned on my heel and stormed out of the kitchen. Johnston arched a brow at me when Aaliyah yelled my name, rushing out of the kitchen after me, but I shook my head and pushed out of the clubhouse doors. I didn’t want to hear whatever she had to say.

I groaned, closing my eyes as the blonde on her knees between my legs sucked my dick, swallowing me to the back of her throat. Sophia’s tear-streaked face flashed through my mind, and I cursed, opening my eyes again to stare at the blonde beneath me, looking up at me through blue eyes.

“Get up,” I growled. This shit wasn’t working.

She quickly stood to her feet, and just as I stood to mine, ready to bend her over the bed so I didn’t have to look at her face, my phone began to ring. I snatched it up, agony ripping through every part of my body when I saw Sophia’s beautiful face lighting up my screen.

Not today, cupcake.

I denied the call and then gripped the back of the blonde’s neck, pushing her face down on the mattress. She moaned, wiggling her ass. I clenched my jaw. “No sounds,” I muttered as I sheathed my dick in a condom. I didn’t want to hear anything that wasn’t my woman. My cupcake.

I pushed inside of her, not even checking to see if she was wet enough. She winced, but I didn’t care. She wasn’t here to get pleasure or to even get off. She was here because Johnston had paid for her to be here. That was it. She was mine to fuck and fill.

I fucked into her, driving my cock forward, my hand still on the back of her neck. The door to the room opened, revealing Blayke. He crossed his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow at me as he leaned against the door jamb.

“Scorpion wants you back home. You need to hit the road.”

I cursed and pulled out of the blonde, my muscles tensing. “Not goddamn ready,” I muttered.

Blayke shrugged. “Prez calls, you get a move on. You know how it is. What we feel in that moment doesn’t matter.”

I nodded. I knew that. It was part of my oath as the VP. Sighing, I pulled off the condom before dropping it into the trash. “Get out,” I told the blonde. “I’m sure one of the other guys will be happy to take over.”

She sauntered out of the room, casting a saucy wink in Blayke’s direction before she slipped by him. He looked over his shoulder, trailing his eyes over her naked body before turning back to face me. “I don’t know what’s going on, brother, but you need to work it out sooner rather than later. We’ve got too much shit going on to have you disconnected.”

I nodded once as I tugged my jeans up my legs. He slipped out of the room, and once I was dressed, my phone in my pocket, I grabbed my bike keys and walked out of the room.

Johnston emerged from the shadows, a cigarette between his lips, when I stepped out of the clubhouse. “Ride safe, you hear? Taking a risk riding by yourself.”

“I know,” I told him. I sighed, looking up at the sky. “How did you deal with Aaliyah being attacked?” I finally asked him.

He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I compartmentalized,” he told me. “Fuckers like us, Chase, that’s all we can do. Learn to put it into its correct slot in your mind. Don’t let it become your sole focus, or you’ll lose sight of what’s right in front of you and what’s important.”

With that, he headed back into the clubhouse, and I strode toward my bike, my gut clenching at the thought of going home and facing Sophia.

I needed to compartmentalize. But how the fuck was I supposed to do that?