Dance For Me

Violet

*Cassidy POV*

Stepping back into the club wasn't something I expected to do so soon, well, that was until Corbyn asked me this morning if I wanted to go with him. I couldn't say no, not since I figured out he's been in a lot of pain from being shot. I've seen his face, I know he's trying to hide it.

So, here I am, standing outside his office, at the club, while he talks to Daniel at the bar.

Corbyn told me I could wait in his office, but it almost hit me like a flashback, I saw how destroyed his office was when I was last in there, so I decided to wait outside, leaning my back against the cold hardwood of his private bathroom door.

I'm not waiting long before he quickly rounds the corner with his classic whiskey in hand. I haven't seen him drink since the day of the funeral, last week but I've smelt it on his breath.

"The door is unlocked, baby." Corbyn kisses my cheek as he quickly pushes open the office door.

"Oh.." My tone comes out lower than I wanted it to be, it almost makes me sound insecure.

Corbyn holds the door open for me, giving a light smile as I step though the door. Looking the complete opposite than the hurricane I saw last time, everything looks spotless.

The bookshelves are fully stocked with new books, mainly just replacements of his old ones that got lost in the sea of whiskey. He even got some more of my favourite books and placed them on their own shelf.

I look towards Corbyn, who's walking towards his desk. What captures my attention is the picture he hung behind his desk, of me.

"Really?" I shake my head as a silent laugh rolls off my lips.

A large picture of my ass, hangs directly behind Corbyn's head, if he's sitting at his desk. Corbyn took this photo months ago, even had it as his phone background for a while. I never realized he liked the photo that much.

"It's gives my office a homey feel." I roll my eyes as he sits behind his desk with a smirk.

I walk along his wall full of book shelves, tracing my fingers along the spines of the books, being amazed that Corbyn has actually read almost all of them. The shelves are full of hundreds of books, and the only time I've seen him hold one was when he's pulled it from my hands when I stayed up too late reading them.

He says he reads as much as he can, and I imagine that's not often. Being the leader of a gang, owner of a club, he really can't have that much time to spare, but he does, for me.

"You can grab a book to read, if you'd like." Corbyn's voice comes out soft, like he's trying to make me comfortable with being back here.

I scan around the books for a little longer, trying to find one that catches my eyes when a knock comes through the door. I involuntarily flinch at the sound.

"He's here." Daniel's voice come out soft through the door

My eyes travel from the door to Corbyn, as he stands from his seat, back to the door. Who's he? Who's here?

"I'll be right back, okay? I won't be gone long." Corbyn runs a hand along my arm but I nod. He's here to run a business, of course he won't stay with me the entire time.

"Okay." Corbyn kisses my cheek before grabbing his glass and leaving the office.

I quickly scan the books, grabbing The Catcher in the Rye, a book I probably haven't read since high school, and I take a seat in one of the leather chairs facing away from the door.

Opening the book, I curl my legs into my chest, resting the book on my knees, I start reading chapter one with a small smile.

Reading used to be a getaway for me. I used to go through one book every week but that's slowed down to almost a book a month. I have to start reading the books Corbyn has for me in the condo, since he was so generous to get me them all.