The Psycho (The Soldiers of Anarchy 1)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Adam

I’d punched that release button like I wanted to destroy the fucking thing. Make the mechanism break and keep her locked in here with me forever. I had no idea what the fuck was going on. I thought she’d been into it as much as I was, it certainly felt like it when she was moaning and coming all over my cock. But now she was running away like I was the fucking bogey man. If this was months ago, I might’ve bought it, but her reaction tonight was bullshit. She was running away from her feelings, and I’d had e-fucking-nough.

I stalked out of the dark room, slamming the door off its hinges and then ran up the stairs three at a time to get back to my room. I could feel my head growing heavy with all the noise.

Fuck this shit.

Make her pay.

Burn the fucking world down.

My anger was spiralling out of control, and I needed to do something to channel it. I needed to destroy. To kill.

I burst through the door of my room, fury radiating from every pore. Tyson took one look at me from the bed he was lying on, and judging my shitty mood, he got up and trotted out. I shut the door behind him, not giving a fuck where he went, and sat down on the edge of my bed, leaning my head down and raking my hands through my hair. I tried to take deep breaths, to focus on something positive to quell the murderous thoughts, but nothing worked. The only thing that had worked lately was her. She calmed me. But now, she was the reason I felt this way.

I heard the door open, and I looked up to see Colton stood there. He was the last person I wanted to talk to, and I told him to, “Fuck off,” but he ignored me, as he always did, and sat down next to me on the bed.

“What happened?” he asked. This time he didn’t sound playful or mocking, he sounded sincere.

“She left.” I couldn’t say anything else. What else was there to say?

“Why? Did she give a reason?” He stared at me then added, “You were in there for a long time. We all took that as a good sign.”

“It was good. It was fucking incredible, but after, she got up, she said she didn’t want the walk of shame, whatever that is, and left. She said it was over. I’d won.” I laughed at that last part. I’d fucking won. If this was what winning felt like with Olivia, I wanted to be the loser every fucking time.

“Adam. Mate,” Colton said, putting his hand on my knee then swiftly removing it when I glared at him. “What she said and what she meant are two completely different things.”

“What are you on about now? Colton, just fuck off. I’m not in the mood for you.”

“I’ll ignore that, seeing as your having… issues. But I’m serious. She thinks you only wanted her for sex. She left because she’s avoiding what she thinks will be an awkward morning after the night before.”

“This has never been about sex for me,” I spat, clenching my fists, feeling like I needed to start hitting something to calm my aggression.

“I know that, and you know that, but does she? She’s a woman, Ad. Women never say what they mean, you’ve gotta read between the lines.”

“What lines? There were no lines. She said it’s over.” I felt a coarseness in my throat as I said that.

“She said she didn’t want to stay here, yes?” Colton asked, twisting my words.

“Yes.” I was irritated beyond belief and seconds away from dragging him out of the room by the scruff of his neck.

“So, go to her. Show her it isn’t over. Go to her, and then, in the morning, if she still hates you, it’ll be you doing the walk of shame, not her.”

Suddenly, the dark clouds in my head parted. He was right. I needed to go to her and prove that it wasn’t a one-night stand. It was never about that. I’d just spent the last few months being infatuated with this girl. Fuck it, I bloody loved her. I wasn’t about to let her walk away after what we’d just done. She’d wanted me too. She’d held me and loved me back. I wasn’t done fighting for her. I never would be.

“So”–Colton patted my back with a big grin on his face– “are we good? You’re gonna go to her house and spend the rest of the night fucking like rabbits?”

I stood up and grabbed my helmet and the keys to my motorbike.

“Too fucking right.”

Colton smiled, then wrinkled his nose at me in disgust.

“I’d take a shower before you leave, mate,” he added. “I could smell dirty sex on you before I’d even stepped foot through the door.” Then he sauntered out of the room chuckling to himself.

“Motherfucker,” I said under my breath, dropping my stuff and stalking over to my bathroom to take the fastest shower known to mankind.