Page 61 of Shades of Loyalty
I truly wish I did.
What’s important to focus on now is the task we’re working on today. She won’t be included much, but still—she’s going to be a huge help.
Not for planning shit, not for things I wouldn’t want to involve her in, but for mekeeping my composure.
Because deep down, I know one wrong move can ruin my family forever. And it fucks with my brain.
I can barely sleep. I’m surprised my body is still functioning at this point.
“Which car are we taking today?” she asks suddenly. It catches me off guard. She never seemed interested in cars, it was never something she paid attention to.
Suppose it’s time to change that.
I grin. Until now, we’ve always taken one of the cars. But I haven’t shown her my real baby until now.
I know she’d judge me so hard if I called this vehicle my baby in front of her.
I can’t help it. It cost me a shit ton of money and looks beautiful.
The shit ton of money is considered my daily income nowadays, but I’m still proud of it. I got my first Harley when I first turned 18.
It was also when I first started to earn money from the work I did for my father.
This Harley is a newer one, but I don’t bother telling her that story. It’s either she’s not going to care or she’s going to forget about the story in a minute.
Though, maybe she’s different. Maybe she cares about the things I like.
A tingly feeling spreads in my chest, but I ignore it.
However, just the possibility of her showing interest in the things I like… It excites me.
I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I’d do anything to have her look at me with admiration in her eyes as I talk about my hobbies.
Not that I have many. Riding my Harley is my favorite, though.
“No car today,” I murmur, taking her hand into mine while I walk toward the vehicle she most likely won’t expect.
She sighs. “Please don’t tell me we’ll take a bicycle to stay undercover; this outfit is too pretty.”
A laugh escapes my throat. But the second I realize it, I shut my mouth and stare back at her with a serious expression. What the fuck was that?
When we enter the smaller garage, she looks at me, unimpressed.
“Please tell me you’re joking right now.”
“I’m not, why?”
“We’re taking a bike. Really?”
“That’s notjusta bike. It’s a Harley Heritage Classic. Do you know how expensive that thing is?”
She stares back at me, still unimpressed, but with a subtle smirk on her lips.
“Oh. You’re one ofthoseguys. Sexy.”
I scoff. “You think I’msexy,huh?”
“I think you know very well what I think of you,” she murmurs, walking over to my Harley with an unsure expression. “Is that even safe to ride?”
