Page 59 of Loyal
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I nod as she slowly leads me to the covered patio. We each take a seat as the girls filter back, Viv arriving last with a tray of margaritas.
“Thank you, Viv,” I tell her.
She nods.
I notice Laura not taking a drink but acting like she is. I make note to “accidentally” drink hers too. Anything to help her save face for as long as she needs.
“Food will be here soon. So what should we talk about? How about the raid on the clubhouse?” Cami asks.
“Cami, we aren’t supposed to discuss that,” Bailey groans.
“It was all over the news. Tell Savage that we can be trusted.”
“Wait.” My heart is racing. “There was a raid? Did they find drugs? Guns? Worse?”
Laura reaches under the table, patting my knee in comfort. I take a deep breath as Bailey holds up her hand.
She shoots Cami a glare before turning to me. “There is nothing here to be found, Sami. It was some asshole with a hard-on for the club calling in tips to get the place turned over.”
“People do that?” I ask.
“Scorned ex’s do. At least that’s what the scuttlebutt says it is,” Viv adds.
“Who the hell uses the word ‘scuttlebutt’? Why not just say rumors?” Bailey teases, trying to lighten the mood, but failing.
My stomach sours.
Scorned ex. Like Billy. The same man who made threats just the other day.
Pulling out my phone, I shoot Loyal one simple text.
Me: We need to talk.
Mami: We need to talk.
Four words no man ever wants to hear from the woman he is desperately in love with. Still, there they are on my phone.
“I’m sorry, Antonio. I know this is important and we need to talk, but I have to go. Raincheck? I can come back tomorrow or maybe later.”
Antonio nods. “Of course, man. Hope everything is all right. Just let me know. I’ll make myself available.”
“Thanks. I owe you.”
Tearing out of the office, I rush off to my bike. I hear my name called out, but I ignore it. It’s likely my brother in arms working today, but I can’t pause a second.
I need to know what is wrong with Sami. I won’t get shit done until I do.
I break every traffic law there is to get to her house. When I arrive, I’m disappointed to find that she isn’t there.
Me: Where are you?
I tap my boot on the pavement as I wait for her response. The longer she takes, the more anxious I get.
Finally, I see her bubble pop up that she’s typing.
Mami: Clubhouse
