Page 44 of Loyal
“Then we have a plan.”
“And you need to get back on the road, huh?”
I wince. “I do.”
“Well, ride safe. Keep me updated if things change.”
“I will,Mami.Take care of yourself until I get home, okay?”
“Okay. Bye.”
When she hangs up, I take a deep breath and shove my phone back in my pocket. I waste no time getting back on the road. It takes me about fifteen minutes to catch up to the guys. Fang moves over, letting me merge in next to him.
As we ride, my mind spirals.
I hate that I can’t make this easier for her. I wish I could put her ex in a shallow grave to end all this bullshit, and don’t even get me started on Farrah. I’ve never wanted to hit a woman before, but she makes it tempting as fuck.
Finally when we pull into the meet point, we get off our bikes.
“Any issues?” Gunner, the vice president of Saint’s Outlaws, asks as he approaches.
“Clear as rain.”
“Let’s hope it’s the same for us on the way back,” Tank, one of his men, mutters.
“You guys have problems?” Fang asks as Tiny joins us.
“There were just a lot of pigs on the road,” Gunner tells us.
“There’s nice weather. Everyone wants to get to the beach,” I mutter.
“Pretty much,” Tank says as the exchange starts.
Once everything is complete, we wait for them to take off before walking back to our bikes.
Tiny turns toward me. “You’re not supposed to break formation. As the VP, you know that.”
Instantly, it pisses me off. “You know that shit happens. I had to answer a call. You and I both know that calls can’t go unanswered. Especially when the people who call know we are on the road.”
His jaw clenches.
“Not the time, boys. Everything was fine, and no harm happened,” Fang says, trying to de-escalate the situation.
“Who was it?” Tiny asks.
“None of your business,” I say bluntly.
“Oh, sounds like it was your girlfriend,” Happy teases as he joins, rubbing his hands together.
Tiny’s eyes narrow. “Was it? Did you really leave us in the wind to answer your girl?”
“I don’t answer to you, Tiny. Now let’s get the fuck back on the road.”
Ignoring them, I head back to my bike and get on.
“Everything okay?” Fang asks quietly as he gets onto his bike next to mine.
“It will be,” I tell him, acting more confident than I feel.
