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“Please.” She sniffles. “I can’t do this now.”
“All right.” The sinking feeling in my stomach intensifies. “I’ll wait out here.”
“No. I can’t dothis.” Emily’s jagged voice slices into me sharper than any knife. “With you. I should’ve beenhomein case she needed me. What was I thinking? She sent me a bunch of texts, and I missed them because I was withyou.”
The air in my lungs turns to ice.
“Please go,” she says in a louder voice.
The security guard who’d been hovering since I walked in, eyeballing me like he planned to call the cops if I breathed in the wrong direction, steps up to Emily.
“Miss, are you all right? Is this man with you?”
“No.” She looks anywhere but at me. “No, he’s not.”
“All right, sir.” He holds out his arm, blocking me from Emily. His other hand goes to his belt. “You need to leave now.”
Emily turns and walks away, leaving me with Officer Death Wish.
Is causing a scene going to get me what I want? I can easily knock this guy out and chase Emily. She took a left at the end of the hallway. I’d find her.
But what good does that do?
Will it help Emily? No.
Will it help Libby? Also no.
I stumble outside into the cool night. Under the harsh yellow parking lot lights, my bike waits for me.
Should I go to Emily’s house? I don’t have a key. What am I going to do? Sit in her driveway until she comes home? Then ambush her after she’s had a hellish night?
Questioning everything, I straddle my bike and head to the only home I’ve known for the last sixteen years. My club.
When I finally get there, several bikes are parked out front. I glare at Grinder’s. Why the fuck didn’t he go home?
Hoping to avoid him, I pull my bike into the garage.
The fucker knows me too well. He’s waiting inside.
For some fucking reason, Jigsaw and Rooster are also with him.
“What happened?” Grinder asks, stalking over to me.
I don’t even know what to say. Grinder has all but threatened to dismember me if I did anything to hurt Emily. I did something far worse, I hurt Emilyandher sister.
“Emily and I broke up.” I don’t have the words or energy to explain.
“Broke up?” He stares at me. “I thought you told Rock something happened with Libby? Is she okay?”
“I don’t know,” I grit through clenched teeth. “Emily wouldn’t tell me what happened. She just broke things off.”
Her cold, detached voice and flat expression haunted me all the way here.
“What the fuck do you mean she wouldn’t tell you anything?” he shouts.
“She broke up with me, then asked me to leave, so I left.”
“What do you mean you justleft?”
