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I inhale my new peach flavored vape, blowing smoke above us. "You're full of fucking wisdom. You should write a book."
Blake reaches over, grabbing my vape. He takes a drag, pulling a face. "That's an odd flavor."
"Hey, I think it's nice," I say, snatching it back.
The two of us stare at each other with hard faces, before we both crack up laughing. It's an odd feeling, very so friendly towards each other but I have to say… I don't hate it.
In fact, it's nice not having to feel so on edge for once.
"Tell you what," he mumbles, grabbing my vape again. I laugh, the flavor obviously growing on him. "I'll help you look for a new place if you come back. I'll help you escape again. And like I said, I'll keep it secret from the parents."
"You might," I point out. "But Asher can't seem to keep his mouth shut. Someone told my mother about my return."
Blake frowns. "As far as I know, Asher didn't say anything. I could be wrong but I'm fairly certain none of us told her."
"Well someone did," I snap, annoyed. "She fucking confronted me. Freshly tanned from country life, reminding me that I'm not good enough."
He holds the vape out to me, motioning for me to take a drag. "Parents just want the best for us. But sometimes, they can't see what's best for them, is not the best for us."
I grumble, inhaling deep. "You're not wrong. But they can't see that. She just thinks I'm a failure."
"She loves you, Rylee. You have to see it from her point of view too. I'm not saying she's right. I'm just saying shethinksshe knows best."
"I know," I mutter sadly. "I just wish she stopped caring about what's best, and focusing on my happiness."
Blake laughs. "Parents don't get that shit. That generation fucked us all up. All we can do is just fight for our own happiness. They love us regardless, and eventually they come around."
"So your dad has come around to accepting the fact you're a biker?"
He shakes his head. "No. But he told me years ago I was never welcome back. I'm back home now, aren't I?"
I think about that, realizing that the Gareth I know is not the same one Blake grew up with. He did take the twins back easily, even if it did take years and years of silence to persuade him.
"So, what do you say, Rylee? Do we have a deal?" he asks, watching me carefully.
I look at him, my mind racing as I go over his offer. If he's going to help me hide my return and help me escape again, then really there's only Asher and Zayn to worry about.
But I could handle them. They had nothing on me. And I wasn't afraid to fight back when push comes to shove.
"Okay," I mutter quietly. "I'll do that."
I hold out my hand, waiting as Blake takes it, giving me a firm shake.
This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.
Or a fucking national disaster.
Chapter twenty-five
Slowly,piecebypiece,we all packed up our belongings.
Jer was the first to move out, followed by Jaz. Carmen is staying a little longer, as she waits for her work to process the relocation paperwork.
But here I am, car fully packed standing on the front porch, doing my best to compose myself as I say goodbye to my friend.
"It will be okay, Ry. We will keep in touch," Carmen says warmly, pulling me in for a hug.
I hug her back, doing my best to choke back tears. The house looks so empty, and I'm terrified that in the space of a few days, everything has changed.
