Page 102 of Loyal
“You think she’s going to take off?”
“I mean, I would if I were her. I would want as far away from here as possible. Shit, I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t cut me off.”
I shake my head before she’s even finished speaking. “Baby, stop saying stupid shit. That girl loves you even when you guys are at each other’s throats. She’s not going to cut you off. In fact, I bet if she heard you say that she would be pissed, and rightfully so.”
“Hey, you’re the one who asked me to tell you something that no one knows.” She shrugs, trying to play it off.
“Ask her. I bet you if you did, she would tell you to stop being dumb.”
“Maybe. Or I could just wait another year and see,” she whispers.
I roll my eyes. “Okay, I love you to hell and back, but enough of the deep shit. Let’s talk about something else. Anything else.”
“Like what?”
“Like…” My eyes dart around the room, trying to come up with an idea of something. Anything. “Tattoos. How do you feel about tattoos?”
Sami laughs. “Tattoos? Really? Could you have been any more random?”
I shrug. “Hey, I was working on the fly. Don’t judge me. Now tell me.”
“I’ve never really been a fan…until you.”
“Really, tell me more,” I tease, making her giggle.
“On you, I love them. They just look so…good…” She trails off.
“Ms. Abrahams, are you flirting with me?” I gasp.
“Maybe. Is it working?” she asks, biting her lip.
“Mami,how about I show you?”
I flip her over and bury my face into her neck, making her laugh, and I swear it’s the sweetest fucking sound.
As long as I can keep her making sounds like this, the rest will be easy. No matter what life throws at us.
My nerves are shot. Every second Farrah is away, I am worried Billy could be filling her head with lies. Or trying to force her to do something she doesn’t want to do.
I wish the courts moved faster. Now with Farrah on our side, I think I can convince them to give me sole custody. Especially since Farrah will be eighteen in less than a year.
Loyal had to do some club stuff, so I’m here by myself. Worrying myself to death. Texting Farrah every thirty minutes for an update. I’m sure she’s tired of me by now.
When I hear a motorcycle in the distance, I rush to the door. I’m beyond happy when I see Loyal get off his bike, striding toward my house without even looking back at his.
“Mami,you are always beautiful, but right now you look like a nervous wreck. She is okay,” he promises me.
“I know. She has told me as much, but it still doesn’t stop this feeling inside of me. I have all this nervous energy with nowhere for it to go. I want to go over there and take her from him, but I know it will only cause me more issues. I have no idea what to do with myself.”
Loyal steps inside, closing and locking my front door behind him.
“So you feel out of control and need to get some of that control back? Is that correct?” he asks.
I think it over, then nod. That’s exactly what my problem is.
He smirks. “Okay, then let’s give you some control. I have the alarm on my phone on. If she’s in trouble, she will press the button. So, in the meantime, let’s fix you up so you can be in the right mind when she comes back.”
He stalks toward me, making me back up until I hit the wall.
