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I gripped my phone tighter and pressed it harder against my ear. “Where is he now? Is he with you now?”
She sighed as she tried to find a sense in this conversation. “No, he’s not with us. He was still at home when we left. Didn’t you all come home with him?”
“No.” I tightened my jaw, angry at Woodrow’s behavior. “We’ll be home late tonight. Tell Agnes we expect dinner.”
I hung up without waiting on a response, then went back to Rodney to tell him what I now knew. After a quick discussion over why Woodrow might’ve left without telling us, we checked out of the motel and then got on our bikes to drive back home.
Whatever it was that made Woodrow take that selfish decision to leave his brothers behind wouldn’t be handled lightly.
At least not from my side.
Rodney would be the more rational one, and I’d give him the benefit of the doubt to handle it calmly before I stepped in.
Chapter 14
REMEDY
It was late when they pulled up in front of the clubhouse, and once they were inside, they went straight to church where Woodrow was already waiting.
I was still confused about what happened. Woodrow showed up this morning, acting all strange and secretive, then Fender called and asked if I had seen him.
Of course I would tell him. There was no reason for me to lie. Something was going on, and they’d soon find out what.
Us women on the other hand wouldn’t find out shit.
Whatever it was, they’d handle between themselves.
The food we had cooked was already on the big table, and we sat down and waited for the men to join us.
Only fifteen minutes passed when the door opened, and Fender stepped out with a glare instantly meeting mine.
I straightened up and cleared my throat, hoping that glare wasn’t actually directed at me.
He was probably angry at Woodrow for the shit he pulled. For whatever reason.
A smile tugged at my lips, deep down hoping to soften his mood.
This morning he had been a whole different Fender, and even if he had teased me, I liked him way better that way.
He didn’t react to my smile, but he walked over to me and sat down to my left.
He looked at the food and I handed him a plate which he took without a thank you, and I watched him pile whatever was in his reach onto it. They were always hungry after a full day of riding.
The others joined us, and Jagger took the seat to my right. I looked at him, hoping to find an explanation in his eyes. But there was nothing.
They were all tired and hungry, and no one really talked unlike other times at dinner.
Occasionally, Iris rubbed Rodney’s back, whispering things to him that made him either shrug or nod.
Perla, Ace’s old lady kept asking around if anyone needed more beer, and every time she got up to grab more bottles, Agnes went with her.
I knew they were talking. One of the old ladies, most likely Agnes, knew what happened this morning.
I sighed, reaching for another chicken wing.
“It’s nothing, “Jagger said, making me turn my head to face him. “Prez didn’t feel good so he drove home. That’s all.”
I frowned. He didn’t feel good? How? “Is he okay?” I said, worry filling my voice.
