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“Hopefully, I’ll have an interview or a job to go to, anything to get out of this town and away from freaking motorcycle gangs,” she responds. And I already know that Isaac is not going to like that one bit.
Finding out about the club’s violence, the kidnapping, I start to think that maybe I made the right decision when I didn’t tell Isaac I was pregnant.
Sure, I was aware of Isaac’s position before as president of the Devil Hounds; I just didn’t know the type of cruel things he was capable of because of those stupid patches.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Isaac
After the past few weeks of Calvin Dockery stalking then attempting to kidnap Lyla, shooting Thane, and nearly succeeding in his second kidnapping attempt, I’ve been glad that Holly put her foot down and ended things between us.
Of course I’ve missed her. I’m not sure if I’ll ever stop missing her. For a while, she made me feel like I was whole, like I had everything I needed in my life again. It was hard to believe that someone so good thought I was worthy of her time, her body, her heart. Someone other than Christine.
While I may care about Holly as much, if not more, than she cared for me, we’re better off apart.
In fact, I may even lose my daughter if Fulton runs his mouth to Lyla about who Calvin Dockery really was – her biological father. I’ve been texting and calling him to warn him not to say a word. For some reason, I don’t think he’s going to listen to me.
I need to try and convince Lyla to let it go or lie to her. Hell, I don’t know what to do. I just need to find her. That’s why I showed up at Holly’s town house again, to at least tell her she was right to kick my ass to the curb and that Lyla could probably use a friend. She’ll definitely need a shoulder to cry on if she finds out the truth.
I have a feeling that Lyla won’t understand that I lied to protect her so she would never have to second-guess anything about herself.
Who her father is doesn’t change a damn thing. She’s a smart, beautiful woman, despite losing her mother and having that piece of shit’s blood in her veins.
“What are you doing here?” is the greeting Holly gives me when she opens the door and stands there, refusing me entry. Not that I blame her.
“Lyla is asking questions she doesn’t need the answers to. Have you seen or heard from her?”
“What did you do now?” Holly asks.
“How do you know it’s my fault?”
“Because that’s what you do, Isaac. You can’t help but be an asshole when you think you’re ‘helping’ people.”
The insult isn’t wrong. Still, it hurts, especially when I’m not sure if Lyla will ever speak to me again if she figures this shit out.
“Look, lying to her was a mercy. The truth will only hurt her. Hell, it would probably destroy her, okay? Could you please try to call her and see where she’s at?” I beg. When Holly doesn’t respond, I add, “I’m sorry for what happened between us, but it really was for the best to end it. I’m sure you’ve heard about the shooting and all that went down. I’m glad you were far away from all that shit.”
“You could’ve said all that in a text,” Holly snaps at me, the angriest she’s ever sounded.
Right. That bridge, our bridge, has burned all the way to the ground.
“So is it over now? The club drama?” she asks.
“For now. But it’s never really gone.”
“Yeah, I got it. I’m better off far, far away from you.”
“You are.”
“So what are you keeping from Lyla?”
“That’s…will you just tell me if she comes by? I need to talk to her before Fulton hurts her so badly she may never recover.”
Her brown eyes soften just a tad because I know she’s worried about her too, even if she doesn’t know what upset her. “If Lyla doesn’t want to talk to you, then I’m not going to rat her out to you.”
“What the fuck, Holly?” I say in disbelief. “This is important.”
“Yeah, well, I needed to talk to you, too, once about something important. You only wanted sex, though, and got so pissed when you left that you put a hole in my wall!”
