Chapter 113 113
DAISY POV
“I’m asking for the fucking tenth time — what really got into you?” I said, stuffing another piece of cake into my mouth and completely forgetting about the porridge that was supposed to cure my hangover.
“Dear Daisy, I’m also answering for the fucking tenth time that I’m fucking fine,” Raven replied, rolling her eyes as she fed me a forkful of pancake.
Wow. Just wow.
I stared at the digital clock on the wall. We had actually spent two whole hours together, laughing, eating, and talking like normal girls. The way we were clicking felt unreal. I almost wished we had built this kind of friendship from the very first day.
I tilted my head, studying her for a second.
“I’ve heard some Christians and elders do deliverance to cast out…”
“Demons,” Raven finished for me, one eyebrow shooting up. She leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms. “Are you saying I’m possessed or what?”
“Ooh, I don’t mean it that way!” I quickly waved my hands, laughing nervously. “I’m just wondering what suddenly went right. Because you literally declared your hate for me without hiding it at all. You called me a rat. You threw a tray at me. You made it very clear you wanted me gone.”
Raven stayed quiet for a moment, her fingers playing with the edge of the cake box. She looked like she was choosing her words carefully.
“Yeah…” she finally said, her voice softer than usual. “Because I thought you had what I wanted.”
The words hung in the air.
My stomach did a small flip. I already knew the answer, but I still asked anyway.
“Diesel?” I said bluntly.
Raven met my eyes. For a second, something vulnerable flashed across her face before she looked away and gave a small, reluctant nod.
I didn’t push right away. I just watched her, letting the silence stretch. She kept picking at the cake crumbs, clearly uncomfortable but not shutting down like she usually would.
“I know you want to know what changed my mind,” she said quietly, almost reading my thoughts.
I nodded slowly, my heart beating a little faster with curiosity. “Yeah… I do.”
Raven took a deep breath, then let it out in a soft laugh, like she couldn’t believe she was about to say it.
“Well… I found mine,” she continued, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips. “And he’s way better than Diesel.”
The way she said it made me squeeze my face a bit. Like, what could be better than my Diesel?
But Raven was already describing her new man — the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching, how he had done some shit even when she never spared him any attention. Then she mentioned it casually: the butterfly tattoo on his left arm. She said he got it because she once—
My chewing slowed. A butterfly tattoo…
I had definitely seen that before.
The pieces clicked together in my head, one by one. My eyes widened slowly as the realization hit me.
“No way…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Raven noticed the change in my face and raised an eyebrow. “What?”
I leaned forward, heart racing with shock and excitement.
“Hawk?” I blurted out.
Raven froze for a second. Then she gave the smallest, plainest nod, but she couldn’t hide the blush that suddenly crept up her neck and spread across her cheeks. She tried to play it cool, looking down at the cake box, but the redness gave her away completely.
I was stunned. More than stunned.
I pushed the plate of pancakes aside and scooted closer to her on the bed, my eyes wide.
“Tell me everything,” I demanded, unable to keep the grin off my face.
Raven laughed and pushed my forehead back playfully with her palm. “Calm down, detective.”
DIESEL POV
I still arrived late tonight.
Again.
The compound was quiet when I finally pulled my bike through the gates. The moon hung high, and most of the brothers had already turned in. I killed the engine and sat there for a moment, rubbing a hand over my face. Guilt sat heavy in my chest.
I had left Daisy alone since morning.
The thought twisted something inside me. She had woken up to an empty bed, eaten breakfast by herself, and spent the whole day waiting while I was out handling club business and secretly planning her birthday. I hated doing this to her.
I swung my leg off the bike and headed straight for our quarters, my boots heavy on the stairs. Every step made the guilt worse. She will probably thought I was avoiding her. Or worse — that something had happened again.
When I reached the door, I paused, listening. The room was quiet.
I pushed the door open slowly, careful not to wake her.
The bedside lamp was still on, casting a soft glow across the bed. Daisy was curled up under the blanket, wearing one of my shirts. But she wasn’t alone.
A figure was sleeping beside her, facing the wall.
My stomach twisted sharply. Who the fuck had the guts to be in my bed, lying next to my woman?
My hand moved instinctively toward the knife at my waist. I took a silent step closer, eyes narrowed, ready to confirm who it was.
Before I could move any further, the body shifted like a pro. In one smooth motion, the tip of a knife pressed cold and sharp against my neck.
“Diesel.”
“Raven,” I said, recognizing her voice instantly.
A small smile tugged at my lips. I wanted to praise her — even in sleep, she stayed alert and dangerous. That was the Raven I knew.
Raven slowly lowered the knife and rubbed her face, blinking away sleep. She glanced at Daisy, who was still fast asleep, then looked back at me. Without making a sound, she used her hand to signal that she would leave so I could take her place.
I shook my head and motioned for her to stay.
“I’ll leave instead,” I whispered.
Raven looked surprised but nodded. I carefully slipped out of the room, making sure not to disturb Daisy.
As I watched Raven and Daisy together like this — peaceful, no tension, no fighting — a quiet joy settled in my chest. It felt like a dream. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face as I stepped out into the hallway.
I was still smiling when I heard fast, heavy boot steps approaching from behind.
“Who the fuck is that??”