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“Is that it, then?”
He lifted his gaze slowly. If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the floor. So much for us being friends. At that moment, it looked like he hated me. I lifted my chin, refusing to let him see how much it bothered me when he glared at me like that. I studied him and nodded once, looking at Reaper instead.
“That’s it. If you guys keep that stuff in the building though–”
“We don’t.”
I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but Reaper had no reason to lie. He looked just as angry as Clink was, though his glare was locked on his friend, who sat on the floor with a betrayed look on his face. I swallowed hard and stepped past him.
“I’ll, uh… head downstairs. Clink said Nevada would know how to get onto the roof?”
Reaper nodded. “He’s in Croy’s office.”
Great. One more angry biker to deal with. I kept my face blank, giving Clink one last look before hustling down the hall and away. When I was out of their sight, I let out a heavy sigh. That was the most intense moment of my life and the guilt was overwhelming. I picked up my phone, dialing Tyson’s number automatically.
“Sam? Everything okay?”
“I… Thank you. For looking out for me. I didn’t realize just how hard it would be. Thank you.”
I could hear the frown in his voice. “What happened?”
* * *
After talking through everything with Tyson, I felt better about what happened. He agreed I wasn’t wrong by seeking help instead of letting Clink figure things out on his own, but he also reminded me that if I was going to step into that support role with Clink, I needed to be fully committed to it. I couldn’t just help when it was convenient. I needed to be there for him at all hours. I wasn’t sure I was up for that. I wasn’t a user, I couldn’t be a sponsor, and I didn't know if I wanted to be his friend anymore. He obviously had a lot going on, and after his big speech to Reaper, I found it hard to believe I’d ever fully trust him. Besides, friends weren’t somewhat terrified of their friends. And with the way Clink glared at me, I was a little afraid of the repercussions.
I got too comfortable around him, his easy going and flirtatious attitude making me relax and forget that he was a dangerous biker in a notorious gang that could easily kill me and hide my body and no one would know, except maybe Tyson. I didn’t want to put Tyson in danger, either. No, I’d tell Reaper to find Clink someone to watch out for him who wouldn’t be manipulated or terrified by Clink. I wasn’t going to mention Tyson. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing him because he accidentally pissed off a biker.
Trooping downstairs, I went looking for Nevada. Luckily, I caught him leaving Croy’s office, so I didn’t have to deal with the club president, who already seemed like he was in a foul mood. Nevada raised his bushy eyebrows at my approach, tipping his head.
“Can I help ya with somethin’, darlin’?”
When Clink called me sweetheart, it was annoying and borderline condescending. Nevada calling me darling didn’t bother me as much. It was just something I expected from the older generations and he was definitely one of the oldest here.
“Uh, yeah. I need access to the roof. Can you tell me how to get up there?”
He pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Should be a ladder round back. Lemme grab the keys and I’ll show ya the way. Don’t want anyone getting drunk and goin’ up there, so we keep it locked.”
It was a smart move, especially if they were big on partying. I almost shuddered at the thought of Clink going up there while he was high. I hadn’t had a drink since my parents died, but before I decided to mix drugs and alcohol, I felt like I was on top of the world while drinking. I thought about mentioning it, but I didn’t know how many people knew about Clink’s addiction and I wasn’t about to break his anonymity in front of his crew.
“How’s it goin’ so far?”
“Not terrible. Honestly, though, with a space this big, it might be easier if it wasn’t just me.”
He frowned. “You gonna need help?”
I lifted a shoulder. “I mean, I can do it on my own, but it’ll take longer. With someone else helping me, it’ll be less of a disruption too. I’ll have to shut the power off while I’m dealing with the wiring.”
He huffed out a laugh. “Figured as much. Won’t need to worry about that. We’ll be in and out a lot. Shits about to get busy around here and we’d prefer to just work with you.”
With most of the other guys, I was too nervous to ask the big questions. Nevada seemed okay, though. He was by far the calmest biker I’d ever met, and I didn’t feel like he was holding back his temper by being around me. It made it easier for me to ask questions.
“If you don’t mind me asking…”
“You wanna know why we only wanna work with you.”
My eyebrows flew up, and I studied him as we walked out the sliding back door and around the side of the building.
“I suppose saying it’s club business won’t really be enough for ya, will it?”
