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“Stop!” Birdie shouted and pointed at me, like a mother would warn her child. Holy crap! “Not another word.”
“So many thoughts and images are whirling in my head. Not good, ladies.” My mom turned up the radio. “Let’s be silent and enjoy the music until we get home. I heard nothing. Think nothing. Know nothing.”
I snorted at my mom. She’d always been dramatic.
But… Oh. My. God. Birdie hadn’t confessed her feelings to her mom after her one night with Raymond. That was four years ago. How could she not tell me she had chickened out?
For the rest of the drive, we didn’t speak a word about anything.
When we arrived at the compound’s gate, Klymax greeted us.
“Hey, Max,” my mom said.
“Hey. Who’s behind Ray?” Max jerked his chin behind us. He was a blond-haired, blue-eyed hottie, and the spitting image of his dad, Boxer. Max was into MMA fighting, too.
When we were younger, he toyed around with the drums, but then his brother Tyler turned out to be a gifted drummer and created a band with Frankie and Gabe. The three guys played rock covers at some of the club’s parties in between Raymond and Birdie’s country duets.
“Dante. He’s home early,” my mom replied.
“That’s fucking awesome! His parents are at home.”
“We’ll tell him. Thanks, Max.” My mom wiggled her fingers as we drove onto the property.
The sky was pitch black after six in the evening, but the light posts lit up the parking area in front of the clubhouse. My dad would be inside the bar waiting for us, as always. Naturally, my mom texted him when we were heading home. If we were a half a second late, he’d be out searching for us with my little brother, Gabe.
“Remember, we were dress shopping for Sadie’s wedding,” I told Birdie and my mom.
My mom nodded as she parked.
“Got it.” Birdie got out of the car first, collected her bags and went inside in a hurry, like her pants were on fire or she needed to pee. It was safe to assume she was ticked off at Raymond for ignoring her, but why did she go into the clubhouse instead of going home?
Interesting. If Dante wasn’t here, I’d go after Birdie to find out what she was up to.
“I’ll see you at home,” I told my mom.
“Okay, sweetie.”
I grabbed my things and made my way toward the little neighborhood with the tree-lined street on the compound. Old-fashioned lamps illuminated the single road in front of the six homes which belonged to Storm, Boxer, Lynx, Dodge, Grizzly, and my family. Not all the members lived at the compound. Sugar and Art had their own mini farm, and Ire and Ava had a home in Winters, which bordered Bastion Township.
The new generation of Knights lived in the clubhouse. Members and prospects were in the basement dorms. The council members had the suites upstairs, Maddox having the largest, as any president deserved.
Footsteps behind me grew louder, and a chill speared down my spine. I whirled around to see who was following me.
“Oh my gosh, Dante!” I shook my head. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.”
I turned around and proceeded home. His house was two down from mine, so I thought nothing of him going in my direction.
“Why are you ignoring me?”
Exhaling deeply, I noted the cold, smokey air clouding in front of me. “I thought that’s what you wanted. I mean, you ignored me for almost six years.”
“Give me a break. I didn’t ignore you. I just didn’t contact you.”
“It’s all the same to me.” I picked up my pace as I passed his house, but he continued to follow me. “Leave me alone, Dante.”
“I’m making sure you get home safely.”
