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“Come on, no one's home. You’re safe with us,” he says, reaching his hand out for mine. And for the second time tonight, I take it.
Two
Age 15
“Itold you not to wait on me. I have something to do,” I growl through the phone, not giving a fuck about this house party we are supposed to be going to.
“Yeah, well, you also thought you’d be done by now, dick, so I was trying to all ride out together. But fuck it... My dad just said we need to get out of the clubhouse before the partying starts up here.” My best friend Greyson’s biting tone is nothing unusual, especially when he is getting kicked out of the clubhouse.?
His dad, Smith Rexwood, whom everyone calls Rex, is the president of the Rebel Knights motorcycle club in Richmond Hills. I have so many memories of hanging around the clubhouse with Greyson and Ford. Rex and his VP, Gunnar, are more fatherly to me than my own has ever been. The MC also owns Lights Out in Richmond Hills, the gym that has given me an outlet and a dream all in one.?
“Casen said he could still take us if you’re ready. He will come pick you up.” Casen is a newer member and only twenty-one, so he’s always our go-to when we need a ride somewhere. He’s cool as shit and like a big brother to all of us.??
“My mom will probably let me take the truck. Just go on and I’ll try to meet y’all later.” My voice is heavy with the agitation I’m feeling as I sit here, freezing my balls off on this December night.??
Where the fuck is she? It’s getting late.?
“What are you doing anyways? Being all secretive and shit,” Greyson’s already deep voice hums through the line.?
“Yeah! Bitch, where you at?” Ford chimes in, probably taking a break from drooling over the biker babes hanging around the clubhouse. “Let's go… That senior chick, Kameron, has a hard-on for you after you hooked up with her friend.”?
“I’m sure you can keep her company until I get there,” I say, ignoring their questions. “She wants to say she fucked a bad boy from the wrong side of town… You’ll do, too.” I hear Ford’s signature laugh, because he knows it's true.?
“Alright then. Call us whenever you head out,” G says before the call ends.?
I light up the little clip of weed I have left over from earlier. Needing something to occupy my hands beside the gift bag I’ve been babysitting on our back deck all night.??
Just as I take my first drag, I hear giggling coming from the road in front of the house. Stepping off my deck, I follow the sweet noise in the darkness of the night. The streetlight illuminates their smiling faces as my brother carries Emerson on his back.??
If I didn’t already have a soft spot for the girl… seeing my brother’s carefree smile whenever he’s in her presence would have made one.?
But no, Emerson Star Davina has stirred something deep inside my damaged soul since the very first time I laid eyes on her.?
She slides down Colton’s back when they reach the small space in between our house and her foster home. “Thanks for a fun birthday, Colt.” Emerson circles her arms around his waist, squeezing him, and he places a kiss to the top of her head.?
The sight makes me feel like an intruder watching an intimate moment, but I can’t stop. She looks up at him with their arms wrapped around each other. “Tell Mama Monroe thank you again for the cake.”?
He nods, letting her know he will. “Talk to you tomorrow,” Colton says, finally stepping away from her and heading to our front porch. “Happy Birthday, Emmy!” he calls out one last time before opening the door.?
She takes a few steps toward her house before she turns her head, tossing her long blondish-pink hair over her shoulder and glancing at my window. Emerson stares at it for a few seconds, like she is pondering something before walking into the house.?
Was she wondering what I was doing or if I was in there?Join the club, Em… I’m always wondering what you're up to.?
I wait a few minutes before I see the light come on in her bedroom. Flicking the last of the clip to the ground, I walk the few feet between our two houses and tap lightly on the window three times.?
Emerson jumps slightly, spinning around. Realizing it's me, she hurries over to the window and pushes it up.?
“You scared the shit out of me! Is everything okay?”???
I ignore her, setting the bag on the windowsill.?
“Did you get me a birthday present?” she asks, sounding astonished.?
“Don’t make it a big thing. I saw it… thought of you... and wanted you to have it,” I say bluntly, unable to decipher for myself why she is always on my mind and unwilling to let her analyze it when I can’t.?
Her face transforms with excitement as she snatches the bag off the windowsill and rips out the newspaper I stuffed it with. I admire the cute little beauty mark right above her lip as a gasp leaves her mouth.?
“Oh my gosh... you didn’t?” she practically squeals like the teenage girl she is.?
