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I think about what just happened. I really shouldn’t have snapped at her. I overstepped. She is right. She is Ice’s old lady and therefore queen of this MC. She gets my respect whether she deserves it or not. I know it’s the coke talking. If I’m not careful with my outbursts, it won’t be long before they’ll know.
I pick up my keys. “I’m sorry, Emma. I’ll head down there now,” I say apologetically. Great, she’s gonna stay pissed at me and probably tell Ice all about this little encounter.I’m so screwed.
She doesn’t say another word and rummages through the bags. I turn toward the door and notice Ice standing there looking furious.Oh, fuck!Nope, she doesn’t have to tell him. He already knows, and he’s not looking pleased. He doesn’t say a word as I walk out the door.
He knows. Oh fuck, what do I do now?It was so much easier when they were away. I look around to make sure he didn’t follow me out. I’m nervous and scared. The last thing I need right now is Ice’s wrath. I run to my car.
I’m still jittery from the coke I had earlier when I get into my car. The last thing I should be doing right now is driving. I do know better. But I can’t go back in there and tell her I’m fucked up and can’t drive.You’ve made your bed, Honey, time to lie in it.I start the engine and try my hardest to focus. Backing out of the parking space, I cut the turn too closely and almost sideswipe Emma’s car.Fuck! Focus, Honey, you have to focus.
I get out onto the road and drive toward the drug store.I think this is the way. Shit, I fucking can’t remember.Even though I second-guess myself, I continue driving in the direction I originally headed. It’s only a few miles down the road, no turns. I do remember that. About ten minutes later, I pull up next to the drug store.Thank fuck!
I go in and get her prescription. The clerk gives me a sideways glance as I’m antsy. She can see I’m anxious to get the fuck out of there and does nothing to speed up getting me checked out. Finally, she hands me the prescription and I leave.
When I get back to the car, I’m surprised to find it’s still running.Oh, shit!I immediately go to the door and pray it’s not locked. The last thing I need is to call someone to come with a spare key.Do I have a spare key?Thankfully, it’s not locked. I get in and proceed to head back.
Ten minutes later, I pull into the parking lot at the clubhouse. I can’t help the sigh of relief that escapes me. I was so worried that if I got pulled over, the fucking cop would know I was high. Now it is time to face Ice.
It’s now close to four, and I really need to get dinner ready. I walk inside the clubhouse and nobody is around. Oh, thank fuck. I run up the back stairs to my room and pull my stash out of my purse. After taking another hit, I feel better immediately.What happened to once a day?my subconscious reminds me.Fuck you!I answer back.
I hide the bag in my dresser drawer, then go into the bathroom and check my face to ensure there is no evidence lingering. Once I am sure I got everything, I brush my hair and leave my room. I’m ready to face them now.I can breathe again.
I get down into the common area, and still nobody is around—well, except Hobbes. That damn dog. He’s lucky he’s so cute. He’s sprawled on the couch on his back, feet straight up in the air. Silly dog. He looks so freaking adorable, and I can’t help but go over and rub his belly.
When I’m done loving on Hobbes, I walk into the kitchen. Emma and Sainte are sitting at the kitchen table.Where’s Ice?I wonder. Oh, I’m sure he’ll come find me. He is not going to let me get away with talking to Emma the way I did. “Hey,” I say as I step in farther.
“Hey, Feisty Pants,” Sainte says. He fucking knows I hate when he calls me that, and I know he does it just to get a rise out of me. If I could only show him it doesn’t bother me, he would stop. But I can’t.
Emma must still be pissed at me ’cause she doesn’t even acknowledge me.
Sainte looks at her and then me. “Aw, did my two best girls have a fight?” He’s such an ass.
“No,” I reply and make my way to the fridge to get things ready for dinner.
Sainte’s phone beeps. He looks down at it and says, “Emma, your man wants to see us both in his office.”
She gets up from the table, and they both leave without another word.
What’s up with that shit? Ice was my man first, but everyone here seems to have forgotten that. Including him.I continue to get dinner ready. Looking back at the entrance to the kitchen, I can’t help but wonder what’s going on.
Chapter 5
Sainte
Emma and I walk across the common area to Ice’s office. Hobbes—who is lying on the couch snoozing—wakes up, jumps from the couch, and follows us. When we get to the door, I knock.
“Come in.” Ice says.
Emma and I walk in, Hobbes following close behind.
“Really, Emma?” he asks, looking at the dog and then back at her.
She smiles sweetly but doesn’t say a word. She sits in one of the chairs across from Ice’s desk, and Hobbes lies down and curls up at her feet.
“Look at it this way, Ice. She’s always got a bodyguard.”
“Yeah, but he’s not supposed to protect her from me.”
She giggles and leans over to pet the dog. She’s got both of them trained exactly how she wants them. I chuckle.
