Page 39 of Jagger
Jagger/Cole
I couldn’t remember ever being so fucking pissed off in my life. I felt like I’d been stabbed in the back, by Angel of all people. No, not Angel. Molly. She was no goddamned angel. I couldn’t believe she would use me like that, making me think she wanted a relationship with me. Jesus Christ, that was a fucking joke. I should have known better.
I pulled out of the apartment complex parking lot, debating where I wanted to go. I was too pissed off to try to go for a ride to clear my head. In my current frame of mind, I’d either end up with a speeding ticket, or eating the pavement because I was riding too aggressively. I couldn’t stand the thought of going home right now. It would be too quiet, and I’d have no choice but to think about what a goddamned idiot I’d been trying to have a fuckingrelationship. If I went to the clubhouse, the brothers would be all over my ass asking about Molly, and I didn’t want to deal with that shit. That left the bar. At least there, I could shut myself up in my office and get some work done.
Twenty minutes later, I was sitting at my desk, trying to convince myself that I hadn’t just made the biggest fucking mistake of my life. Coming here was a bad idea since everything in this office reminded me of my first taste of her lips. It was hard to believe that was only five days ago. It seemed like I’d known her a helluva lot longer than that. I’d spent more time talking to her and getting to know her than I’d spent with any of the other women I’d ever known, combined. How could she have played me like that? And that’s when it really hit me. She wouldn’t have. She wasn’t the type of woman to play games, and she wasn’t the type to lie.Fuck me sideways, what the hell had I done?
I picked up my phone and debated what to say to her. I texted a simple “I’m sorry. I know I was wrong” before shaking my head and tossing the phone back down in disgust. I didn’t bother waiting for a reply before I picked the phone back up and called her, only to find that she had blocked me. Again. I dropped my head and stared at my desk, wondering how I was going to fix this. Everyone kept telling me not to fuck up, but I think deep down I had always known that I would.
There was a knock on the office door, and I frowned at the interruption. I didn’t want to see anyone, so I’d come in through the back employee entrance. The Prospect working the bar tonight was the only one who saw me, so he must have mentioned to somebody that I was there.
The handle jiggled, and I rolled my eyes when the knocking came again. You’d think a locked door would give them a fucking clue that I didn’t want to be disturbed.
“Jagger? You got Molly in there with you again?” Trick’s voice came through loud and clear, and I tried to ignore the fact that I felt like I’d been punched in the gut at the mention of her name.
I got up and unlocked the door, flinging it open to find both Trick and Lucky standing there with shit-eating grins on their faces. Trick tried to look over my shoulder, but I just folded my arms and stood in the doorway. His grin faded as he took in the pissed off look on my face.
“No Molly tonight?” Lucky asked, looking confused. He’d been here earlier when I’d left to go pick up the food.
“Nope. No Molly. Anything else you assholes need? I gotta go.” I shouldered them aside and walked out of the office. I headed to the front of the bar so I could let the Prospect know I was leaving, ignoring Trick and Lucky behind me.
I hustled out to my bike and raced out of the lot, heading back toward Molly’s place. I debated what to say to her the entire drive over there and was no closer to figuring it out when I parked in a visitor space in front of her building. I just hoped to hell she would at least buzz me in. I got off my bike and was almost to the door of the building when I realized there was a man heading toward me who looked every bit as pissed off as I’d been earlier. Brad Fuckface Dolan looked like he wanted to kick my ass.
I slowed to a stop and held my hands up, trying to show him that I wasn’t looking for trouble. If he was truly Molly’s best friend, I didn’t want to get into an altercation with him, especially right in front of her apartment. Before I could say a word, he started in on me.
“What the fuck are you doing here, asshole? Haven’t you done enough already?” He snarled, getting right up in my face.
“I came to apologize. I fucked up, bigtime, and I need to tell her that,” I told him plainly. There was no need to try to save face. I was wrong, and I knew it. As much as I hated to admit it to him, of all people, I had to respect that he was willing to go toe-to-toe with me in order to protect Molly.
“Yeah, good luck with that,” a voice said from nearby, and I whipped my head around to see another man standing a few feet away, looking just as pissed off as Fuckface did.
“You want toapologize? You made her cry, you stupid sonofabitch. You need to do a hell of a lot more than apologize. You need to get on your knees and beg that woman to forgive you, because I guarantee she’s the best thing that could ever possibly happen to you.” Fuckface punctuated his statement with several jabs to my chest that normally would have had me throwing a punch or pulling my knife. I held off though, mainly because I knew he was right.
“I know that! Why the hell do you think I’m here? I know I fucked up, and I need to try to explain it to her.” I wanted to kick my own ass when he told me that she cried. I hated that I’d done that to her.
“If you’d just listened to her earlier, you could have avoided all of this mess. She tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t let her get a word out,” the other guy said, stepping up beside Fuckface. Hell, I needed to quit calling him that before I slipped up and said it in front of Molly. If she would ever even speak to me again, that is.
“And who are you?” I asked him, trying not to sound like an ass.
“I’m Drew. I’m also Molly’s friend. I went to college with her brother.” I eyed him, surprised that he was willing to go up against me. Not many guys were, especially somebody so much smaller than me. He had balls, I’d give him that.
“Look, I just need to talk to Molly,” I tried again, but stopped when Brad shook his head and laughed at me like I was too stupid to live, and hell, maybe I was.
“You have no idea how bad you fucked up, man. I’ve known that woman for years, and she has a heart of pure gold, but if you piss her off enough, she will cut you down before you even know what hit you. She holds a grudge like it’s her job, so believe me, you’re going to have to work to get back into her good graces,” he promised, before delivering his final verbal blow. “Oh, Drew forgot to mention one thing…he’s also my boyfriend. Yep, I’m gay, asshat, so congratulations on fucking up a good thing over nothing.”
“You’re…oh, shit,” I said, throwing my head back and staring up at the evening sky, absolutely disgusted with myself. I ran my fingers through my hair and squeezed the back of my neck, trying to relieve some of the tension that had gathered there.
“Yes, shit sums it up nicely. You’ve stepped in a huge pile of steaming shit. Still think you can come out of it smelling like a rose?” Drew taunted, and Brad laughed before taking his hand and leading him to the building entrance.
“Come on, asshole,” Brad tossed over his shoulder at me. “Molly might kill me for this, but she’ll never let you in otherwise.” He rang the buzzer, and I closed my eyes when I heard her voice. It sounded huskier than usual, and I just knew it was because she’d been crying. I wanted to kick my own ass all over again. Brad and Drew both shot me dirty looks, before Brad asked her to buzz them up.
As soon as we walked into the building, he rounded on me and poked a finger in my chest again. “We’re not leaving her alone with you unless we’re sure she wants you to stay. If she tells you to get lost, I’ll throw you out on your ass myself,” he threatened me quietly. I held his gaze as I nodded, then took a deep breath, and headed up the stairs behind them.
Molly opened her door as we reached the landing, and it was clear she hadn’t seen me yet as she greeted them.
“You guys didn’t need to come over. I told you; I’ll be –, “ she stopped speaking as she caught sight of me, and if looks could kill, I would have dropped dead on the spot. So very, very dead.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Jagger?”
