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“Here you go.” The waitress set the check on the table and turned to leave.
I grabbed her hand and stopped her. She inhaled a deep breath and smiled. Her skin was soft, and she smelled good. My cock perked to life. I just wanted to lose myself in a warm pussy, forget about all the pain in my life, and feel good, even for a fleeting moment.
“I have a break coming up,” she said, tempting me more.
“Just wanted to say thank you.” I released her hand, tossed a five and several ones on the table, and bolted out of the café before I betrayed Ella. I needed to hear my girl’s voice and work out a plan for her to join me. My demons were already fucking with my head, making me unhinged and erratic. If I didn’t get her with me soon, I wouldn’t remain faithful to her.
I hated myself for using sex to forget my shitty life. Cocaine might take the edge off, but then I would still find a cunt to fuck. I was one messed-up guy and should get therapy for the abuse I’d suffered during my childhood. Being molested and later raped would fuck anyone up. Drugs and booze had helped me deal with it, and so did having sex that made me feel in control and like a goddamn king.
But with Ella, sex had been emotional, soul-binding… a crazy incredible connection I’d never experienced with anyone but her. Shit, I needed her with me more than anything else.
I dialed Vegas’s number, which had already been added to the contacts of the burner phone I’d taken from Keg’s car, and listened to it ring as I walked along the busy street. He was supposed to help me, like my uncle had said he would. I didn’t know how long I could last without at least talking to Ella.
“RJ? Where are you?” Vegas asked.
“I made it to Texas. What the fuck are you doing to help me get home?”
“I told you the other day, I’m picking up the pieces around here. Burying brothers. Trying to regroup.”
“I don’t give a fuck about any of that. I need to talk to Ella. Has she been by the clubhouse? Do you have her phone number like I told you to get?” My heart raced as I clutched the burner phone in my hand. I needed my girl more than my next breath.
He exhaled into the phone. “She’s madder than a hornet at you. Said you broke your promise, whatever the hell that means.”
I’d promised to be home when she returned, which was what it meant. “Did you tell her I had no choice? She obviously saw the destruction at the bar and knows Keg is dead. This shit is real! Did you tell her that?”
“I told her. But she’s young and emotional and said you always have a choice.”
“Fuuuck!” I roared. “You need to get her on the phone so I can talk to her. If you don’t, I’m coming back.”
“And risk those fuckers killing you?”
“It’s better than losing Ella!”
“You’re a goddamn pussy-whipped idiot! If the Knights are after you, they’ll go after your woman. They don’t fuck around, RJ. If they get her, they will torture her to find out your whereabouts, then rape her to death. Is that what you want?”
“No! But what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Lay low. Let me find out why they’re after you. I’ll arrange a face-to-face.”
“It’s bullshit. They’re after me because I’m the bastard son of David Knight. He wants me dead for some reason.”
“David isn’t the president of the North Dakota chapter. It’s some guy named Cobra in Fargo, which is where Reign’s family lives.”
“Why’d they take her?” I calmed a little. Reign had been held against her will by my uncle. I hated what he’d done to her but couldn’t do a damn thing about it. The one time I had told him to set Reign free, that sex slavery was fucked up and I wouldn’t support it, he had threatened to kill me and use Ella as a replacement. I should’ve gotten the fuck out of Scornrock then and taken Ella somewhere safe, but I’d turned a blind eye, thinking I’d be able to change shit when I became prez.
“I don’t know. She could be dead for all we know.”
“Fuck. I want Ella with me. You need to make it happen.”
“You want me to kidnap her and bring her to Texas?”
“Just tell her what’s going on. She won’t give you any shit and will willingly come.” Ella was eighteen and out of high school. I was confident she’d want to be with me.
“I don’t have time to deal with your fucking love life! Man the fuck up and wait it out. I have a fractured club to patch up before it crashes and burns. If Ella can’t take it, she isn’t right for you.”
“Son of a bitch!” I kicked over a trash can in front of an ice-cream parlor. “You better keep eyes on her. Those fuckers could come after her next. And get me her fucking phone number!”
“Oh, sure. I’ll add it all to my to-do list.” The call ended.
