War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)

“You haven’t been out drinking for over a week and you cut ties with Marissa and Tommy. Those things are huge and I think they’re some of the best things you’ve done in a long time.” She nods at me. “And now you’re back doing yoga.”

“Ugh. I had to find something to do to take my mind off shit since drinking, running, and baking are off the table.”

“Why is running and baking off the table? And aren’t you supposed to be thinking about shit rather than trying to push it away?”

“I can’t keep baking all these cakes because I’m eating far too much sugar. And running is out because it’s too damn dangerous to my health when Fury has to come with me.” I stop and widen my eyes a little. “He’s half the shit I’m trying to take my mind off.”

Her mouth forms an O. “You’re into Fury?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Shit, Zara, that can’t go anywhere.”

“I know! God, it’s a mess.”

She frowns. “Why? Have you two—”

“No, we haven’t done anything. But I really want to.” I sigh and slouch in my pose. “Why did you get to be the gay one? My life would be so much easier if I was into girls.”

“Yeah, no. Except for when it comes to King. Then, yes, it would be.”

I sit up straight, an idea coming to me. “I’m gonna go talk to King. Maybe if he knew—”

“No, that’s a really bad idea, Zar. Trust me. It’ll only get Fury into shit.”

“I won’t tell him who. I just want to ask him why he’s so against me dating his guys.”

“And you don’t think King will rip his club apart to find out who you’re into?”

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She has a point. “Okay, so I won’t tell him I want to date anyone; I’ll just have a casual conversation asking some hypothetical questions about it.”

When I stand, she does, too. “Seriously,” she says, “King’s not stupid. You start asking hypothetical questions, you’ll get his attention.”

My frustration over his stance flares. I respect and love King, but I find him to be completely unreasonable sometimes. “Well he needs to understand I’m not a kid anymore. I’m an adult with adult feelings.”

“Don’t say I never warned you,” she calls out as I walk down the hall to my bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m dressed and ready to go see King. I also want to talk with Mum, so this will kill two birds. As I reverse out of the driveway, I find Fury parked out the front of the house, leaning against his ute. Odd; he’s usually on night shift.

I put the car in park, hop out, and head over to him. I’m not sure what to expect after yesterday when he told me nothing can happen between us, so I greet him tentatively with a simple, “Hey.”

I can’t tell if he’s happy to see me or not. The set of his shoulders makes me think not, but his eyes confuse me. However, what he says and the hard tone he takes leave me with no doubt. “Get back in your car, Zara.”

My cheeks heat from the reprimand I feel. I’m so stunned that I’m lost for words. “What?”

He jerks his chin at my car. “You heard me.”

“Yes, I heard you, but I’m unsure why you’re being so hard.”

He works his jaw. “We crossed a line. I’m uncrossing it.”

“What freaking line did we cross, Fury?”

“The one that makes you think you want something to happen between us.”

“So you’re telling me that to uncross that line, you need to go back to being an asshole?”