Page 60 of Loyal
She mentioned hanging out with the girls at some point today, but I didn’t think they would be at the clubhouse. What has she seen that has her needing to talk to me?
I don’t contemplate it any longer. I turn my bike around and speed toward the clubhouse. I make it in record time, the prospect opening the gate as he hears me approach.
I almost want to yell at him for being so stupid. I could have been a rival biker coming by, but I don’t have it in me to stop. I spray gravel as I come to a stop, hopping off the bike before rushing inside. When I don’t see her, I start to panic.
It’s unlikely that something happened to her here, but Cami had some trouble last year. Is someone here that could hurt her?
Then I hear laughter drift in from an open window.
Striding outside, I find Sami sitting with Laura, Cami, Viv, and Bailey as they eat food and drink what looks like margaritas.
“Mami,” I call out.
Everyone freezes as Sami looks up at me. Her eyes are red and glassy. She is obviously a little tipsy.
“I’m mad at you,” she huffs, grabbing the half-empty glass in front of her.
“I got that. I’d like to know why, but maybe we can talk in my room?” I offer.
“I don’t know. Was that raided too?”
Fuck.
I didn’t tell her about the raid because I know she will feel guilty if she knows it was Billy. If I don’t tell her it was Billy, she might worry if the club is a safe place. It’s a hard place to be in. So I’ve kept it to myself.
I should have known the girls would talk about it.
“Please, let’s talk in the other room.”
“You should talk to him. He looks upset,” Laura whispers loud enough for me to hear.
“Fine, but don’t touch my margarita.” She points at Laura.
“Pretty sure that was Laura’s,” Cami mutters.
Sami stands and walks my way. When she stumbles a bit, I reach out and hold her steady. It doesn’t take me long to get her inside and down the hall to my room. Once inside, she looks around before going to sit on the bed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she hisses at me.
“I didn’t want you to worry,” I say without hesitation.
“It was Billy.”
I nod. “I think so.”
“Ugh, why is he trying to ruin my life? Isn’t it bad enough that I wasted my youth with him? Now he wants to take my midlife orgasms too?”
I want to laugh, but I hold it in. She’s mad enough. I don’t need her taking her anger out on me.
“We are handling it,” I tell her.
She shakes her head, then stops and holds a hand to it. “No. I don’t want that bullshit placating answer. I lived with that man for over a decade. He did that shit to me. I don’t need to know all of the details of what you do here. I get it’s probably better I don’t, but things like that, I want to know. I want you to tell me about your day. I don’t want your life to be some big secret.”
I move closer to her, dropping to my knees in front of her. She looks down at me as I hold her middle. “I promise. Never again. I will always tell you everything I can unless it is for your safety.”
She sighs and nods. “I’m not really mad at you. I’m mad at him. I wish I had never met him, but I can’t wish that because then I wouldn’t have Farrah. I wish Farrah were yours instead. That you were him. No, that’s not right. That I had married you? That sounds weird too. I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”
Her drunken mind might not be able to piece it together, but my sober one can.
