I hope so because before long you will soon realize that you can run.
But you can't hide.
When your biker boyfriend returns from Ireland
Your day will come.
Holy fuck, this guy is not playing around.
Once we are inside the house and the snake is disposed of, Emma goes straight upstairs to her room.
"What's up with her?" Spike asks.
"I don't know, but I am gonna make damn sure to find out," I reply and I march up the stairs after her. I get to the doorway of her room as she is pulling a bag out of the closet. I stand there unnoticed as she begins to grab clothes from the dresser drawers and quickly stuffs them in the bag.
"Whatcha doing?" I ask.
"What's it look like?"
"You're leaving?"
"Yes."
"And where, may I ask, are you going?"
"Away."
"Not good enough. Where are you going?"
"Ireland!"
"Emma, you can't. Ice will be so fucking pissed if you show up there. It's club business; you can't get in the middle of it. You know the rules."
"Honey, I really appreciate the rules and all, and I've done everything I can to abide by them. But now I have my child to worry about. That rattlesnake on the front porch changed the rules for me. I'm going somewhere where I'll feel safe. I'm going to the one man that grounds me. The only man that makes me feel truly protected. If that pisses him off, then so be it."
"You shouldn't travel alone. What if this person follows you?"
"I'm not traveling alone."
"Who's going with you?" I ask curiously.
"Ari."
"What?! Not only will Ice be pissed that you have flown to Ireland, he will be furious that you brought Ari along as well!"
"I don't think you hear me. I don't care. I'm leaving and that's final."
"Then I'm going, too!"
"Like hell you are!"
"You can't stop me! If it is ok for Ari to go, then I see no reason why I can't go."
"What the fuck, Honey? This isn't a party. This isn't a girl's trip to Europe."
"I know that! I'm not stupid, Emma. But you're going to need all the help you can get if this person follows you. It's better to have reinforcements. It's better to have Ari and me!"
She gives me a disgusted look and says in defeat, "I'm not gonna win this argument, am I?"
