Page 79 of Loyal
“There’s a family day next weekend. After you get her back from Billy. I was going to bring it up this week. The club is throwing it because they want to meet you. Both of you,” I say, looking to Farrah.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea? If Dad finds out, he might flip,” she asks, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Let me handle your dad,” Sami says. “If you want to go, then we go. I want you to get to know Loyal’s family. They are good people. Nothing like what your father says.”
“Okay…” she says softly, making my heart sing.
Tonight’s been a shit show of epic proportions, but I know one thing for sure. I won’t mess up this opportunity that Farrah just handed me. Not if I can help it.
“All right, this is it. You still okay with this?” I check in with Farrah for the third time since we left the house.
“Yes, Mom. I’m fine,” she teases.
After the almost breakup, Farrah has been a different person. More like the daughter she used to be. Friendly and kind. She has even been nicer toward Loyal, although things are still tense.
I was worried it wouldn’t stay that way. She went back to Billy’s for a week, and I braced for the worst. Instead, she came back and told me everything he wanted her to do. The weasel wanted her to plant cameras in the house so he could spy.
Instead of following through with it, I called him immediately and told him I found them when cleaning up Farrah’s things. Farrah played her part as a disgruntled teenager, and I took the brunt of Billy’s anger.
I know it’s not over, but it’s a step in the right direction.
“Come on. Loyal looks like he is as nervous as you are.” Farrah gets out of the car, walking over to meet Loyal first.
I reach into the back seat, grabbing the pineapple bubble cake I made for the occasion as I watch them interact. They don’ttouch, but she does smile and greet him kindly. He smiles back at her and says something making her laugh.
When I walk up, Loyal turns and grabs the pan from my hands.
“Let me get that for you,Mami,” he says, easily taking it before leaning down to kiss me lightly on the lips.
“Gross. PDA. Can we go inside now?” Farrah asks.
“Yes, come on.” He walks ahead of us, holding open the door.
Inside, there are people milling about, but the vibe is different than the last party I attended. First, everyone has their clothes on, thankfully. Second, it feels more like a family picnic than a biker party.
“We are grilling out back. I know the girls want to see you and meet Farrah. We can start there,” Loyal says, guiding us through the clubhouse, only stopping long enough to hand off my cake to one of the brothers.
“You made it,” Cami calls, standing from Fang’s lap to come greet me.
“I did. This is my daughter, Farrah. Farrah, this is Cami.” I push Farrah forward.
“Hi,” she mutters.
“Hello there. You are as beautiful as your mama. You are going to have the boys going crazy before you know it.”
“Don’t say that. I don’t want to have to castrate some asshole kid for trying to take advantage of her,” Loyal grumbles.
“You’re not my dad, so you wouldn’t have to,” Farrah says, looking at the ground.
He nudges her arm. “Yes, I would because I care about you, kid. No one fucks with those in my circle. That includes you.”
Farrah relaxes, a small smile on her face.
“Hi, Farrah. I’m Bailey. This is my friend Laura, and that over there is Viv.” Bailey changes the subject.
“And those are my brothers. Savage, Fang, Tiny, and Happy.” Loyal points out each man who waves.
“You have a lot of brothers,” Farrah says, making everyone laugh.
