King's Wrath (Sydney Storm MC 5)

“I’m leaving,” I said, walking to the door.

King stepped to the side and glanced at me. My eyes, though, were on the dark-haired woman standing in the hallway watching me with great interest.

“Hi,” she said, “I’m Ivy. I’m sorry to barge in when you two were in the middle of—”

“No, it’s good.” I turned my gaze to King. “We were finished.”

Ivy looked between King and me, her expression changing into something that seemed a little dark. Jealous maybe. I wondered who she was to him for her to have that reaction. She covered it quickly, though, and smiled at me. “Great, because I need some time with him.”

Oh.

Okay, so they were close.

With one last glance at King, I exited the office and hurried to my car. My cheeks heated with the foolishness I felt over my reaction to Ivy. I was like a damn teenager jealous over her crush. It was crazy behaviour, and it surprised the heck out of me. I didn’t do crazy. I did calm, rational and sensible. I was the woman who spent her life looking after her family, being the responsible one, and not getting sidetracked by men who drove her to act in ways she never had before.

I would go home and I would get my shit together.

And I would put King out of my mind completely.

35

King

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I watched as Lily rushed out of my office. Fucking hell. After having her last night, I’d intended to move the fuck on and never go back for seconds. Not because I didn’t want her again, but because I did want her again. Lily stirred a hunger in me I hadn’t known for almost a decade. Not only did I want to fuck her, I wanted time with her. I liked talking to her. Hell, I liked fucking arguing with her. But I’d sworn years ago never to go down that path with a woman again, so I needed to keep my hands off her. That was turning into something I didn’t seem able to do.

“Who’s that?” Ivy asked, drawing my attention back to her.

“Skylar’s physiotherapist.”

She brushed past me into the office. “Yes, it looks like it,” she said as she looked down at Lily’s panties on the floor.

I ignored the chill in her tone. After our conversation the other day, I’d thought we were good, but I should have known Ivy and I would never be good. “You ready to go?” I was honouring my promise to let her leave, and had agreed to take her to the train station.

“Yes, but I can catch a cab if you’re busy.”

“I’m not busy.”

We watched each other in silence for a few moments. I was filled with misgivings about allowing her to leave, but I wouldn’t go back on the agreement. Romano was behind bars, and she’d assured me she had someone who would help her disappear. She was the happiest I’d seen her since she’d turned up over two weeks ago, and I wanted that happiness to continue. Being here with me only made her sad and angry. It was time to let her walk out of my life again.

My phone rang, breaking our silence.

Axe.

I put the phone to my ear. “What’s up, brother?”

“Ryland has been replaced as head of the case against you and the club. I’m still waiting on further info, but it looks like he’s been suspended.”

“Why?”

“It seems he’s on someone’s payroll. Not sure on that yet either, but I’m working on it.”

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“Yeah. My thoughts exactly. I’ll let you know as soon as I know something,” he said, ending the call.

“Is everything okay?” Ivy asked.