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“I don’t have time to explain shit now, baby. I’m askin’ you to do what I say and to trust me. Can you do that?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“That’s my good girl,” he rumbles. “I’ll be there in fifteen.” The line goes dead.
I turn my attention to my mom. “Something is up. Luca didn’t explain. He said to make sure all the doors are locked and not to answer the door unless it’s one of the guys from the club.”
Mom gasps and puts her hand over her mouth. “Oh my.”
“Go make sure the back door is locked.” I walk over to the front door, making sure it’s locked as well. “He wants us to pack a bag. He said to pack enough for a few days.”
Mom follows me down the hall.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Luca didn’t say. He told me he would explain once he got here. He’s on his way now.”
I walk into my mom’s room, pull her suitcase from the top of the closet, and bring it to the bed.
“Here. Don’t forget your bathroom stuff.”
With a nod, Mom busies herself packing. I start to do the same when I get into my room.
Opening my dresser, I begin pulling out random articles of clothing. I’m not considering what I’m packing because my mind is reeling.
Are Mom and I in danger?Does this have something to do with his father and his ex?
The timing tells me it does. Whatever is happening, I trust him to keep me and my mother safe.
Mom rushes into my bedroom with her suitcase in tow.
“Have you gotten your toiletries yet?” she asks.
“No.”
“I got it.” She squeezes my shoulder, then disappears inside my bathroom.
Mom and I have our things packed in record time and our bags waiting by the front door. I try to control my wandering thoughts as I peer out the living room window for signs of Luca. I’ve got to give it to my mom; she’s surprisingly calm, considering my biker boyfriend, who I recently discovered has ties to the mafia, demands we pack up and leave our home. My mother hates leaving the house. She doesn’t trust easily. It says a lot about what she thinks of Luca to trust him blindly. It also says a lot about how much she trusts me.
“You okay, baby girl?”
I tear my eyes away from the window and look at my mom, who is doing the same. “I’m a little scared.”
She pulls me into her side and rubs my shoulder. “I’m sure everything is going to be all right. I trust Luca.”
“You mean that, don’t you?”
“Sukie.” She tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I see the way that man looks at you, the way he acts when he’s around, and the way his eyes follow you around whatever room you’re in.” She smiles. “A man who looks at a woman the way Luca looks at you would move Heaven and Earth before he let harm come to you. So, to answer your question, yes, I trust him.”
Our moment ends at the sound of Luca’s motorcycle pulling up. With him is Baja. I’m out the front door and in his arms before he approaches the porch.
“Baby.” He kisses me. “You ready?”
“Yeah. Our bags are inside.”
“I got it, brother.” Baja jerks his chin.
“Hi, Baja.” I give him a small smile.
