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"No, hermana sister, not today but soon. I have to handle some business for Santino first. Until then you have to stay here," I tell her and watch as her shoulders slump in disappointment.
I look to Prez, Logan, and Quinn, then Prez turns to Santino.
"My men will make sure the shipment gets where it needs to go. You make sure NOTHING happens to this girl and that she is allowed to stay in contact with myself or her brother every day."
The fucker that escorted Leyna into the office goes to grab her by the arm but stops short the moment I lift my eyes to his. I dare him with my stare to lay one finger on her. Cutting his eyes to his boss he waits for his instructions. Looking down at my sister, "I promise I’ll be back to get you soon."
Santino nods his head and I watch his man lead Leyna out of the room.
"You have my word she will have access to call you anytime she wishes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other business to attend to. I’ll be in touch soon with a date and time for our little arrangement," he says dismissing us as he adjusts the watch on his wrist looking at the time.
Walking out of his office I turn around and look at him straight in the eyes, "If you or any of your men touch my sister. I will kill you." His lips turn up in a deviant smile, making my blood boil even more. It takes both Quinn and Logan to lead me out of the house. My gut is churning at the thought of having to leave Leyna in the hands of this asshole.
"Let’s head back to the club. I have some calls to make." Prez announces.
Throwing my leg over my bike, I decide I need to be alone for a little while. "I’m going for a ride. See ya first thing in the morning."
Turning the engine over, I peel down the driveway. It was not my intention—at first—to go there. The urge to quiet the voices in my head lead me in the only direction I might find a little peace amongst all the chaos.
It’s late by the time I make it to Bozeman. I pull into the parking lot of a small hotel and park my bike and pay for a one-night stay. It’s not the cleanest of places, but it not the worst either. Walking into the room I slip off my cut, placing it on the back of the chair.
Sitting back on the bed I rest my head against the wooden headboard and pull a small blunt from my pocket, lighting it. Needing to take the edge off, I take three hits back to back, each time holding the smoke in my lungs as long as possible. I’m not chasing sleep—I’m attempting to calm the storm.
I’ve been sitting on my bike for an hour and a half.
Watching. Waiting.
Until I notice her walking out of the building. Fuckin’ breathtaking.
Seeing her walking towards some guy has my ass up off my bike in less than a second. I watch the goddamn thing play out several yards away in front of me. The way he wraps his arms around her. The way she throws her head back laughing.
Just as I take a step, I feel a hand firmly grip my upper arm and I come around swinging and watch as Quinn skillfully dodges the would be blow to his jaw.
"What the fuck? What the hell are you doin’ here? You following me, brother?" I growl.
"Yeah, I followed you. Had a feeling you might do something stupid. And I was right, because here you are. You’re the one that sent her away. You told her—”
"I know what the fuck I told her," I interrupt him.
"Then you know you broke her heart, man. I saw and heard the tears and the heartbreak in that girl’s voice that morning, and I watched as she skillfully avoided ever having to be around you every day after that." He tells me.
Diggin’ the knife deeper into the wound I created in my own fuckin’ chest, Quinn keeps talkin’.
"I get it. I know why you did what you did. You marchin’ over there, kicking that boy’s ass and saying me Tarzan you Jane is not going to get her back. You want a girl like her back—you need to earn it, brother. You need to show her you love her."
Shit, he’s right. If I did that, it would push her away more. Alba doesn’t deserve to have me like this. She deserves better. The question is can I be better for her? Can I prove to her I’m worthy of a second chance?
I peer over at her. I want her to laugh like that with me. I want to be the reason she is happy. The reason she smiles every day. I want her to be mine.
"Come on, brother, let’s go home," Quinn says as he lights up a cigarette and starts to walk across the street in the opposite direction, where I see his bike parked. That explains why I didn’t hear his ass before.
Getting back on my bike, I allow myself to glance back one last time before following Quinn back home.
Alba is my home.
Chapter Eleven
Alba
