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I raise an eyebrow. "And what… stalk me for four hours?"
"If I have to," he replies smugly.
I walk around him, making sure to barge into him as I do. "I'll be there."
The two of us park our cars outside the little shack just as dark clouds appear overhead. It looks like the sky is about to start opening up at any minute, and I cringe thinking about driving in the rain.
We walk inside, and I spot the protection sheets back over the furniture.
Zayn shuts the door behind us, pulling the sheets off so I can sit down. I opt for the chaise again, so that he can't sit next to me, even though it clearly wasn't a safe option last time.
"I'd offer you a drink but…" he says, gesturing around the room and lack of a fridge.
"It's fine," I respond, tucking my crossed legs underneath me. "Thank you for helping with the tire."
He nods. "It's no problem. I'm glad you called. Blake told me what happened."
I stiffen, looking at him wearily. "He did?"
Zayn nods, and for the first time, there's no trace of warmth or playfulness on his face. "We'll make them pay."
There's a lot to unpack here as I stare at him in shock. I'm conflicted by the fact that Blake told him that he saved me, the use ofwe'll make them pay,and that the obvious has been staring me in the face the whole time.
"Blake's a biker," I state.
"Hm?" Zayn says, seeing where this is going.
My eyebrows furrow. "Are you one as well?"
My mind flashes back to the day they arrived. Their outfits… the fact they always wear leather jackets… Blake being at Wheels.
Zayn doesn't respond, just giving me a smile, confirming my suspicions.
"Oh," I say, trailing off.
He chuckles. "And does that bother you?"
I shake my head. "Not really. In case you haven't noticed, most of my friends are bikers."
"You do seem to have a type."
"Is that why you left?" I ask, the pieces falling into place. "The whole family feud thing with you and Blake taking off on Asher's birthday."
Zayn nods. "We joined the club, Dad found out and went ballistic. We had to travel away with them, Prez's orders, and he told us if we left, don't bother coming back. I personally think he was trying to call our bluff, but we did."
"How could you do that to your brother?" I say. "Do you know what it's like to leave people behind?"
It's hitting a little too close for home. It's still painful thinking about losing Chuck and the other Rebels, and they were just my friends. Asher and Gareth are family… and they just left them.
Zayn runs his hand through his hair. "We were young. Asher was a little shit. It happened."
"Did he know what you were doing?" I press.
"Not at first, but I think Dad told him eventually."
I think back to my conversation with Blake. "I heard you got arrested and your dad threatened to send you off to military camp."
Zayn laughs, as if recalling some funny favorite pastime. "We did. Biker brawl. Come to think of it, I believe that's when Asher found out."
