Page 28 of Loyal
It’s a real catch-22.
“Are you sure you have to go? I know we said no more sneaking around, but I really don’t want to be alone,” she whispers to me as she sees me out the front door.
If it were any other night, I would already be in her bed, but tonight I can’t.
“I have some club stuff to handle, but if you are still awake, I will come back. I promise.”
She nods, leaning up to press her lips to mine. I kiss her passionately before I pull away.
“Lock the door.”
I wait until the door closes and I hear the lock before I leave.
Tonight has been a shit show. Farrah isn’t an easy nut to crack. She really does hate the idea of me with her mother, but I have a feeling it has more to do with the way her father speaks about her mother and me.
He would never want to admit he lost his wife to a man like me.
Pushing the thoughts away, I get on my bike and head to the clubhouse. Tiny is there when I pull up.
“Took you long enough,” he says as his greeting.
“I told you I had plans tonight and that I would be here at ten. It’s nine fifty-three. I’m early. Shut up.”
He pushes my shoulder, so I push him back until we are roughhousing.
“Enough,” Savage hisses, coming out of the clubhouse.
We both stop but grin at one another. It’s how it is with us. Tiny is like a brother to me. An annoying gnat, yet a man I have love for nonetheless.
“I swear I am dealing with children sometimes. It almost makes me miss the army.”
“Nah, you love us,” I tease.
He rolls his eyes. “You are picking up the product from the Medina Cartel in Del Rio and bringing it back here. You’ll swap with Fang and Happy. They will take it over to Louisiana to meet up with the Saint’s Outlaws guys. Understood?”
“Got it, boss,” Tiny salutes him.
I nod but don’t speak.
“Oh, and take the prospect with you.”
I groan along with Tiny. Our newest prospect is an eighteen-year-old with ego problems. Savage has been working with him, but he is still a pain in the ass. After dealing with Farrah tonight, I don’t want to deal with his ass too.
These teenagers are going to kill me.
“Prospect,” I call out, pulling the boy in question from the gate.
He jogs up our way.
“Suit up. We leave in five.”
I hear him ask where we are going, but I walk away. I take my phone out and text Sami.
Me: Looks like it’s going to be a late night. Maybe I could interest you with some breakfast in my bed?
It doesn’t take her long to respond.
Mami: I’ll look forward to it. Farrah will be gone by eight for the away football game.
