Page 17 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
“No way. I texted him today, and that was a fucking disaster. I just need to put some space between us. I’m probably the only one who’s happy finals are coming up. I can lose myself in my studies.”
“It was a great concert, though, right?”
“It was. I just wish I wasn’t feeling so weird tonight. That fucking jerk was there. You know, the one with the purple Corvette. I tried to tell you when we were getting the drinks, but you couldn’t hear me over the music. I only saw him once.”
“Are you sure it was him? I mean, you told me you don’t really know what he looks like.”
“It was his sunglasses—they’re very distinct.”
“So, whatdidhe look like?”
“I still couldn’t see him real clearly. It was so dark. I only saw his teeth twisted in a mean smile. Under the lights, they glowed an eerie blue.” She shuddered. “I’m sick of his shit.”
“Tell your dad. He’ll take care of the asshole in no time.”
“You’re right. He’d also make sure his prized Corvette is reduced to a nice cube.” The two women laughed. “I should tell my dad, but I know he’ll overreact and not let me come back next year. He’ll definitely put me in lockdown. I’ve told you what a hard time I had convincing him to let me come here in the first place. If it hadn’t been for Cara, I’d be at a community college in Pinewood Springs. No, I think this jerk’s game is in scaring me. Next time I see him, I’ll be on the offensive. He’s probably just a bully.”
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t do anything foolish. Do you think it has anything to do with your dad and his club?”
“No. If it did, I’d already be toast. Bikers don’t fool around and play games like this asshole is doing. He’s probably doing it to me and a few other women.”
“You’re probably right, but I still think you should tell your dad, but in the meantime, file another report with security tomorrow.”
Kylie nodded then pulled herself up from her bed and checked her phone. One text from Ricky saying if all he can have is a friendship with her, he’s all in. She smiled. He really was sweet. Nothing from Jerry. She sighed heavily then went into the bathroom to wash up before crashing.
The next morning, Kylie gathered her books for her morning classes and was just about to leave the room when Taylor turned over on her side. “You want to come with me to Durango for my grandmother’s birthday?”
Durango was in the southern part of the state, and since they didn’t have classes on Friday or Monday, many of the students were taking advantage of the last free weekend before the final weeks of classes and tests began. Ricky and two of his buddies were headed to Las Vegas, and Mary and Ari were staying at Mary’s parents’ condo in Scottsdale. Kylie had thought about going to Pinewood Springs, but she didn’t want to bump into Jerry. Plus her stepsister Emily was causing another bout of drama with her drinking, and Kylie wasn’t up for the bullshit that all entailed.
“Thanks, but I’m good. I’m going to take advantage of the quiet and get started on the final term paper in my English Lit class. I have a ton of crap to do for psychology and sociology. It’ll be good to just hang and take it easy.”
“Do you think it’s wise to be here alone when you got that creep bothering you?”
“I’m not alone. A lot of people on our floor and in the building are staying. Also, I’m going to talk to security after my classes. I’m good.” She glanced at the clock. “Oh, shit, I gotta run. I’m late for poli-sci. Later.” She closed the door behind her then dashed off to class.
After her classes, Kylie filed yet another report with security and then decided to go to the grocery store to stock up on some food for the upcoming weekend. An hour later, she swung into Parking Lot A, happy to have found a space close to her building. She had overbought, and now regretted it as she hauled out the grocery bags and water, trying to carry them all in one trip.
She slammed down the trunk and lugged her bags, her head bent down when the familiar sewing machine noise made her jerk her head up. The purple Corvette blocked her way, and the sun reflected off the mirrored lenses of the flashy sunglasses. Her stomach churned and she clutched her bags tighter.
“Hi, Kylie.” His smooth voice made her skin prick with goose bumps.
“What the fuck do you want?”
His face was still hidden in the shadows of the car, but she could see his full lips and his bright white teeth. “Such ugly language coming from a beautiful mouth.” He shook his head.
“I don’t have time for your shit.”
“You mad at me?” He smiled flatly.
“I don’t appreciate you following me, and if you don’t stop it, I’m going to tell my dad, who isn’t going to like it one bit. And believe me, you don’t want to make my dad mad.” She jutted out her chin in defiance.
His smile disappeared. “You threatening me? I thought you were a big girl, Kylie. I didn’t know you were a baby who had to run to her daddy for everything.” He leaned further back into the shadows of the car. “Go ahead and tell your daddy. I’m not scared of him.”
“You would be, if you knew who he was.”
“I do. He’s president of the Insurgents MC, and I don’t give a fuck. You got that, pretty girl?”
She heard the edge in his voice and knew she’d gotten to him. She wasn’t sure how he knew who her dad was, but he was probably too stupid to truly understand what Banger was capable of. Kylie cocked her head.
