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Allie shook her head, knowing she looked incredulous. Her mother was saying those words because they were a cop-out for not wanting to be around her. “You’re turning me away when I need your help?”
“No, honey, no. I have an apartment I rarely stay at, but have all my shit there. You’re more than welcome to stay there.”
Allie couldn’t believe this. On one hand she was thankful her mother was offering her a place, but on the other hand it was clear Barbie didn’t want Allie at the same place where she hung out.
“So, you’re never at the apartment?” She tried to hide her hurt and disappointment.
Why do you care? This woman hasn’t been a mom to you for so long it shouldn’t matter.
Her mother shook her head. “I really only stop there to pick up my shit. I’m at the club mostly.”
Allie just nodded, hurt, but knowing she shouldn’t be. Her mother had left her years ago, and although she appeared like she was cleaning herself up, she still didn’t want a daughter hanging around.
“We’ll talk about this and why you’re really here later tonight, okay?” Her mom grabbed a piece of paper and pen from a nearby table and wrote down where the apartment was. “I’ll be there later.”
Allie didn’t say anything, just gave one more look at her mom, and lifted her head to where the beefy man was sitting. He had his focus still trained on her, and a chill raced up her spine.
Without thinking any more about it, she left the club, walked out the open gates, and sat her ass down on the curb. She should just leave, but she had nowhere else to go, and little money.
Why did I even bother coming here? I should have known Barbie wouldn’t have been there for me, not really.
Allie stood, adjusted her suitcase, and started walking down the street and away from the clubhouse. The feeling of being followed had her looking over her shoulder. A dark vehicle stopped right behind her, which had Allie curious.
Was it someone from the club? The man behind the wheel had dark glasses on and his focus trained right on her.
A tingling on the back of her neck told her this was a bad situation, but she couldn’t move as she watched him exit the vehicle and walk toward her.
And then fear slammed into her, and there was only one thing she thought at that moment…You should run.
25
“You shouldn’t have fucking said anything,” Birdie said and shifted on the seat. He was starting to sweat sitting in this position, the pain pretty damn intense.
But he gritted his teeth and pushed past it, because his focus right now was getting to Fury and seeing what in the hell was up.
When Stone didn’t say anything, Birdie looked over at the other MC member. The guy had his jaw locked tight, and the annoyance on his face was clear.
Birdie didn’t give a fuck.
“It wasn’t their fucking business.”
Stone swerved off to the side of the road and threw the SUV into park. He shifted on his seat so he was facing Birdie. “It wasn’t their fucking business?”
Birdie didn’t respond and kept his expression stoic.
“We are a damn brotherhood, an MC, and fucking family. The club is always kept in the loop. You being a patch means you follow the rules.”
Birdie clenched his teeth together. “I take this shit seriously. I patched in with the club because I wanted that family connection, and because the MC is a band of hard as fuck men.
I have mad loyalty for them, but this also concerns Fury, our President, and because of that, discretion should be used.” Fuck, now he was getting pissed over this.
“Yeah, he’s our fucking prez and he ran off without telling anyone. Did you see how pissed the other patches were? Can you fucking blame them? Fury went rogue.”
Birdie shook his head. “He didn’t go rogue. Whatever is up with him, and why he’s done what he’s done, is for a good reason.”
“He should have told the club regardless,” Stone said, now looking back at the road. “They won’t let this rest, just to let you know.”
Birdie didn’t say anything, because yeah, he knew that.
