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“Holly, I just got on speaking terms with your old man again. I’m not in a position to be at the table and to piss him off.” Creed brought the car to a stop but didn’t turn off the engine.
I swallowed sharply. “Come on, Creed, for me?” I had my eyes locked on him when he turned to face me. I could see his expression tighten, his jaw clenching slightly. Right now, he thought I wanted him to join our family dinner against his president’s wishes.
He ran his hands through his hair and looked at me. “The last table member that sat down with your family isn’t at the Mother Chapter’s table anymore.”
I frowned for a moment.
“Are you talking about Taron?” I asked, and then when realising Creed was indeed talking about Taron, my automatic reaction was to correct him. “Taron and Ivy didn’t work out. Him leaving had nothing to do with my dad or the fact he had dinner with us.”
Creed scoffed like I was missing information about what happened with Ivy and Taron. But that wasn’t the case. I was with Ivy when Taron stopped answering her messages, and I was there when Ivy walked into the house a complete wreck.
For the first time in Ivy’s and my relationship, the roles were reversed. She wasn’t helping me function and keep my shit together. I was the one helping her.
I sighed, seeing Creed’s firm expression. I could say Dad invited him, but Creed wouldn’t believe me because it was basically unbelievable information.
“Fine, don’t worry about it,” I said, grabbing my handbag from the floor and opening the car door. “I’ll see you when I see you.” With that said, I closed the car door and walked towards the house.
Creed valued my friendship, there was no doubt about that, but even he knew where the line was drawn. And apparently, that was with dinner.
It was then I heard a car door open and close. Turning around, I saw Creed storming towards me with a pissed-off expression.
He came to a stop beside me on the porch.
“You just had to be the daughter of a man that makes Lucifer look merciful, didn’t ya?” he snapped at me while looking uneasy. The sideways glance he gave me told me that he was furious with me.
“Dad told me to invite you,” I innocently said, and he scoffed, not believing me.
Opening the front door, the sound of music hit my ears, and the smell of the meat cooking meant Dad was in charge of tonight’s dinner.
“We’re here, and Creed decided to crash our family dinner,” I sang out.
Creed gripped my wrist. Immediately, lust poured through my body at his touch. I swear he felt it too because his eyes locked on mine with not just rage, but some other emotion flashing through his smouldering grey eyes.
Creed didn’t roar at me. It was as if him suddenly touching me had sent him speechless too.
“You guys got in just in time.” Mum walked around the corner, and I saw Creed’s face clear of any expression. “Nice seeing you, Creed. What are you drinking?”
Creed let go of me as if I had burnt him. But he was stunned and that caused me to giggle.
“I’ll get it, Mum,” I said, shaking my head and walking through the lounge. When Creed didn’t follow me, I glanced back and arched my eyebrows. Then he snapped out of it and followed me. I saw him taking in the house.
I didn’t know why, but when people walked into our house, they expected it to be covered in vests hanging upside-down from Dad. Sure we had upside-down vests, but only the important ones. And Creed’s eyes were on one of them right now.
“Downtown South Vipers,” I said, and his gaze came to me. “Dad was proud of it because it was his first takeover as president. He did it in trying times and to answer the obvious question you have—there are only two other upside-down vests in the house.”
He took the beer.
“Countless Chiefs and Headless Few. Dad took over both out of vengeance, and the reasons those vests hang in our house and not the clubhouse like the rest is because Dad did those takeovers without having a full table behind him.”
Creed stared at me like I was some magical creature. I just smiled as Kobra walked in.
“Food’s on the table,” Kobra said with his typical cold, hollow voice. His eyes were on Creed. Kobra did a polite thing and gave him a head nod before turning and walking back outside.
“Holly,” Creed spoke my name before I went to walk outside. “You sure this is okay?” he asked, waiting for me to freak out. Because it was a big deal that Dad was acknowledging Creed’s and my friendship.
But it was okay, wasn’t it? Creed and I? We were just friends, and this was what friends did, had dinner with their family.
“Holly?”
