Drifter wraps his arm around her shoulders, and I nod in thanks. He steps forward, putting the solicitor’s number in my pocket. We have a plan, and I just have to stick to it.
Red steps forward, placing a tender kiss on my lips and mouths the word, ‘Yes.’ My eyes light up and I smile wide as they pull me away.
“Was that a yes, Red?” I shout.
“I love you, Rock,” she cries as the officer places his hand on my head and shoves me into the car.
CHAPTER FIVE
LIZZY
Rochelle guides me back into the clubhouse. This is all my fault, and now, Rock has been arrested. I swipe my tears away with the back of my hand and straighten out my shoulders. I’m fucking sick of being the victim. Well,no more.
“It’ll be okay,” Rochelle says, pulling out a chair for me. I lower myself into the seat, wondering how the hell I’m going to get Rock out of this mess.I love him. Shit, I actually love him. I stand abruptly, and Rochelle looks at me alarmed.
“We need to do something,” I say, panicked, realising I can’t lose him. Not now.
“Calm down. The men know what to do,” Rochelle says reassuringly, but it does nothing to put me at ease.
“Fuck the ‘men’.” I use air quotes to emphasise my sarcasm. “It’s my fault he’s sitting in a fucking cell right now. It’s my fault that ignorant bastard came here in the first place. He took everything from me, he isn’t taking Rock too,” I yell as bikers pile in from outside. Rochelle grimaces and glances over at Drifter.
I walk over to where he’s standing, and he eyes me up and down. “And . . . what the fuck are you doing about this?” I poke his chest with my finger, noticing everyone wince at my display.
He looks over to Rochelle, raising his brow.
“Rochelle,” he growls, and she’s by my side within seconds, “take Lizzy to calm the fuck down before I end up losing my shit.”
“Come on, Lizzy,” she pleads with me, tugging on my arm.
“Not a fucking chance,” I scream. “I want to know how you plan on dealing with this shit.”
“Club business, Red. Now, get the fuck outta my sight.”
Rochelle grabs me by the arm and leads me to the stairs, but I pull out of her grip. I’m sick of men telling me what to do. She sighs, sitting on the stairs.
“Sit down,” she orders, and I lower myself to sit on the step next to her. “You need to understand something, Lizzy. This is how the club works, and if you truly do love Rock and are going to be part of this life, you have to get used to it.”
I sit with my head in my hands. “How can you trust that everything will be okay?” I whisper.
“Because,” she places her hand on my shoulder, and I lift my head to look at her, “I’ve been part of this life since I was a kid. I trust them to make the right decisions. You have to remember Rock is their brother, their family. They won’t let him down.” I nod and sigh. I hate feeling out of control. Darius took away all my control, and just as I felt I was getting it back, he does the same and strips it away from me again.
“Now, let’s go check on Meli. I asked Mumma Bear to take her upstairs away from the chaos.”
“Thank you.” I give her a weak smile. “She’s been exposed to so much, yet she’s so young. She was the reason I left. I couldn’t let her witness it anymore.”
Rochelle stands, placing her hand out for me to grab and helping me up.
It’s beenthree agonising hours since the police took Rock. I’ve stayed upstairs with Meli, out of the way. I’m ashamed about how I acted. These people have been nothing but kind to me and I lost my shit.
Meli is propped up on the bed, chewing on one of her hands, and she lets out a little squeal. She really is content here.
The door handle goes, and I look up in anticipation but sigh when Rochelle walks in. “Sorry, just me,” she says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Any news?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, not yet, but don’t worry.” She places her hand on my knee to stop it from bouncing up and down. “Gear’s sister is a solicitor and she’ll get him out of this.”
I let out the breath I didn’t even realise I was holding. “I didn’t expect to fall for him like this.” I sniffle as I begin to cry, the weight of the last few days catching up with me. She smiles sympathetically. “I thought he was an arsehole,” I admit with a laugh, swiping away my tears.
