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“Maybe in a little bit. Let’s find something fun to do in here.” Ivy says as I walk back into the room.
“So, I’ve got to head out for a little bit.” I say from the doorway. Ivy jumps and spins around, the nervous look filling her face again.
“Do you have to?” She wrings her hands in front of her stomach. Her hair is a mess, her blonde waves dusted brown from the dirt, her outfit also a disaster, stretched out full of dirt and dust. I grind my jaw together in disgust, because even when she’s as hot of a mess as she is right now, she’s still somehow fucking beautiful. And she shouldn’t be. Not to me, not to anyone. But she is, and this possessiveness that I’ve never experienced before seems to be coming out full force when it comes to Ivy.
“Yeah. I’ll be back in a little while. And I’ll send someone to bring you guys some stuff. Food, stuff to do…”
“I’m not hungry.” She grimaces as she presses her hand to her stomach.
I nod. “You understand why you guys have to stay up here, right? I don’t want you guys to have to see…”
“I get it. Just please, come back soon?” She pleads, her big blue eyes glowing in the late morning sun.
I nod.
Silence ensues, and I’m not sure what I should do. Should I say something else? Maybe I should go give her a hug? I don’t fucking know, but there’s a pull in my chest keeping me anchored in this room. Anchored to her.
“See you soon.” I yank that anchor off the ground and storm from the room. I don’t want to understand these feelings. I want to throw them through the window and watch them explode just as Ivy’s friend did. This feeling inside of me says I shouldn’t leave makes me sick. I’m a man that loves his bike and loves his club. There’s no more love or feeling left to give.
But the moment Ivy came into my life, it seems my life is full of chaos.
I storm down the stairs and out the door. I pull my phone from my pocket, shooting a text to Charlie to bring Violet to the store. Ivy and Lilah aren’t going anywhere soon, and they need more than one outfit. The guys are already outside, strapped, and ready to go. Everyone is on their bikes and look positively pissed off.
“Ready? They can’t be too far. Let’s go find those fuckers.” Pascal growls over the roar of his bike.
“Thank you, guys. For helping with Ivy. I know you guys don’t know her and you didn’t have to protect her.”
West comes over and pats my cheek. “We can all see that she’s not just another Jessie to you, Z. You’re catching feelings quicker than you’re catching Santiago’s men.” He cackles as he hops on his bike.
“Fuck off, I am not.” I flick him off.
“Son, it’s not a bad thing to like her. She seems like a good kid. Makes me a little relieved, actually. It tells me we’re not just a bunch of bastards that only think with our cocks. Means you’ve got a soul somewhere in that angry fucking heart of yours.”
My face screws up at his words. What, now they’re all going to think I’m a big fat pussy with feelings? I spit on the ground to rid the bitter taste in my mouth.
I hop on my bike and turn it on. Glancing up at my bedroom window, I see a wave of blonde hair flowing away from the window. I shake my head, sliding a cigarette out of my pocket as rev my way out of the gate.
I know I’m not going to find Santiago. He’s too smart to be anywhere in the state of California right now. But some of his men are, and I hope he realizes we’re about to find every one of them and skin them alive.
I ride behind my dad, his long dark hair flowing in the wind against his back. He’s a prideful man. He is one of the best men I know, because he’s not someone that holds grudges, and his heart is the size of fucking Texas. You wrong him, your head will be off before you even realize he’s done it. But if you’re on his good side, he’s one of the best men on this planet. He’s here to lead a pack, and he’s here to make a difference.
We’re riding to go find whoever dropped Alexia off. There’s no way in hell she walked all the way here from Tijuana. Someone brought her here. We’re going to find them, we’re going to interrogate them, and then we’ll butcher them.
We’ve got men at the border, so they’d be stupid to try and cross over today. They’re somewhere in our territory, and we’ll find them.
We drive into the afternoon, searching on various roads and back alleyways until we pull up near a broken and beaten down motel called Pocum Inn. Except the P and the O are burnt out on the sign, so now it reads Cum Inn. I hear a snicker behind me and can only imagine its Niles or Cassius laughing like a couple teenage boys.
We wouldn’t have even stopped at this dump, but the two conspicuous vehicles parked on the side of the building. I’ve seen vehicles exactly like this after the border at Santiago’s compound. My dad looks over at me and I nod towards the cars. We all turn off our bikes and move to the opposite side of the building. We’re in a tricky area, and I can only assume they did this on purpose. Although we’re just outside of San Diego, we’re still close enough that there’s traffic around. We won’t be able to light this place on fire and get away without the cops being called.
But they’re also fucking stupid. Because they’re on our territory, and in most instances, people are just going to turn a blind eye when they see our cuts and bikes rolling down the street. But not everyone is like that. We’ve got some sticklers and definitely some cops that would love to skin our asses.
“What’s the plan?” West says as he walks up to me.
I like up another cigarette and pass one to my pops. “I say we go in there and decapitate their asses.” I shrug, like I ordered a fucking burger off the menu. There’s really no question. We’re walking in there and we’re walking out, but they’re not.
“Well, hold the fuck on. We’re not going to go shoot up the place. They chose the back side of the Inn, clearly putting us at a disadvantage. We can’t drive by. We can’t shoot up the place.” My dad says, pulling his hair back into a pony at the base of his head.
I pull my knife out of my ankle strap. “I don’t need a gun.”
