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“Good.” Melody lifted her nose in the air. But bent it again when her phone started ringing. “Shit, Uber’s been delayed.” Melody looked down at her phone. “Flat tire. I have a meeting with Boo’s pediatrician in like fifteen minutes.”
“Kid can take you on the bike.” I volunteered and Kid nodded.
“I need to bring the car seat.” Melody frowned. “I’ll be taking Boo home after the meeting.
“Come on.” Crix grabbed the car seat off the porch. “I guess we can call a truce long enough to get you to that appointment.” Then without looking back he made his way back across the lawn and to the truck parked in the driveway.
Melody hesitated for a minute and bit down on her lip. Then she looked at the time again on her phone and with a sigh of resignation turned to me. “You can’t make this stuff up. And let me tell you right now, truce or no truce, I am not going to let that dumb blonde comment go.”
“Better not.” I brought Melody in for a hug and then watched her walk across the lawn to where Crix was waiting.
“Weird right?” I turned to Kid.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Kid snapped at me.
Confusion settled over my face as my mouth formed a surprised O.
“Dumb move, even for you Liddy. Wiping the road with the Hells Saints bikes? Woman, if you weren’t mine you’d be tied up somewhere right now, laying on your back, and begging for your life to be over...”
“Kid…”
“I gave you a phone with three numbers on it. Mine, Deke’s, and the club’s. Three numbers on fucking speed dial, Liddy. That’s all you had to do was press one of those damn buttons. Why didn’t you use the goddamn phone?!” Kid slammed his fist down so hard on the porch railing that a spindle shook loose and landed with a thud on the floor.
Normally, I would fight back with some flip remark, but this time the look in his eye stopped me cold.
“Kid…it was an emergency, I didn’t think. I forgot. I forgot about the phone.”
“Liddy, you don’t get it. I know bad people—I do bad things.” When Kid lit up his cigarette, I swear to god I saw his handshake. “Badpeople.Badthings.” He repeated with strong emphasis. “You are my woman, so any of that bad any goddamn time could come landing at your doorstep. I can’t keep you safe from that if you can’t follow a simple order!”
“I know that.” I kept my tone even, but really, he was beginning to piss me off.
Because order.
“No, you fucking don’t know anything!!!!” He shouted at me, and my eyes went wide with disbelief. In all the years I had known Kid, he had never spoken to me like this. Not ever. “Do you have any idea what I’m capable of? What the men in my world are capable of?”
Kid stared at me like he was looking at me for the first time, and he didn’t like what he was seeing.
“You don’t get it, Liddy. You don’t get what being a Sinner means. And I don’t know if I can do this with you if you don’t fucking get it!”
“You’re breaking up with me, Kid?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “You’re breaking up with me over a goddamn phone call?”
In answer Kid just turned on his heels and walked away leaving me alone on the damn porch wondering what in the hell had just happened.
When the Uber showed up, I had the driver bring me home.
Kid
I clenched my mouth so hard that it ached. My temples throbbed and my wrist stung as I twisted the throttle hard and redlined RPMs like it was my job. Had I overreacted? Not even a little fucking bit. Was I pretty sure that Liddy thought I had? Absolutely. Should I go and talk to her? Most definitely. Was I ready to do that without wringing her pretty neck? Not a chance. When I almost forced a shitty van carrying a carload of kids off the road by passing where I shouldn’t I pulled over and stopped the bike at Scenic Rest Area #45. It had a view of three states and one of those old-school viewing machines. I had a brief flashback of my father holding me up and putting my eyes up against those magnifiers. Everything had come alive, and I had begged Deke to keep putting quarters in that machine until his pockets were empty. The memory was a good one and relaxed me enough so that I was able to lean back against the bike, inhale a couple of long deep breaths and take in the view.
I checked my phone to see where Liddy was. While I was with the Saints, I spent some time getting familiar with the Saints’ state-of-the-art surveillance systems. Very impressive shit and something that I was going to have to learn more about. The plan was to bring that technology over to our club. We had a pretty good system in our own right, but this shit was beyond. While we were going over the capabilities of the program, on impulse, I asked the Saints’ tech guy to put a spy tracker on Liddy’s phone. Without so much as a blink of his eyes, he offered up the full-service option. Because I am not a total asshole, I opted out of everything but location. Liddy’s call log, messages, and searches didn’t interest me at all. Basic trust stuff. But knowing where Liddy was at any given moment? That hadn’t seemed like such a bad idea. And if I had felt the least bit guilty about the decision? Well, that had all washed away with her actions of the last couple of days.
It hadn’t been Liddy’s move to run over the bikes that bothered me. I had no reason to doubt that she did what she had to do to save that baby’s life. But it was the fact that Liddy would have done something like that anytime, anywhere, and for whatever reason. She never fucking thought before she acted. Liddy Hall had been a reckless girl, and now she was a reckless woman. Dancing on tables at Savages, taking on outlaw bikers, mouthing off without thinking. And that was all well and good, Liddy doing Liddy. All good…if she was the woman of a doctor, or lawyer, or something safe. But she wasn’t. She was my woman and that meant living in a world where Liddy doing Liddy could get her killed.
She was just lucky that those were my boys on the other side of that door. She was lucky that she had a man who could explain and cover the cost of her actions. And she was damn lucky that, because of recent events, the Saints needed the Sinners alliance. Under different circumstances, Liddy could easily have gotten killed for her actions. Easily.
I had gone over that programmed phone a million damn times with her.
And still.
