Page 80 of Wild Ride
Piggy snorts, then clears his throat. “She’s at the bakery with Lainey.”
“With yoursister?”
He hums but doesn’t clarify how that happened. How they even know one another, let alone how Dakota ended up at her place sometime in the middle of the night. Without asking those questions, mainly because I want to hear the answers from her, not Piggy, I end the call.
And the moment that call ends, I watch as the bitch I’ve been trying to avoid barrels into the motel parking lot on two fucking wheels as her brakes screech to a stop only a few feet from my bike. I would like to say my heart doesn’t jump into my throat at the thought of her wrecking my machine, but that would be a lie.
Arching a brow, I look down at her car, then flick my gaze to meet hers as she throws the driver’s door open and stands. I don’t show her just how much she fucking terrified me over the safety of my bike. That would be a weakness, and I’m never showing this bitch shit.
“What the fuck? Where is Dakota, and what in the hell is going on?” she snaps.
I don’t respond to her because I don’t respond to anyone talking to me that way, especially this bitch. Even if she kind of has a point in being pissed. I still don’t give a fuck.
Tilting my head to the side, I look at her, waiting for her to calm the fuck down when she’s talking to me. Call me whatever the fuck you want, but I don’t tolerate that shit, ever.
“Where is she?” she demands again.
I should tell her to fuck right off, but I don’t. The simple fact is that I need her to help me in Oregon. I don’t know the lay of the land there, and she knows more than Dakota does. I also don’t have a problem with hanging her ass out there to dry, but I do have a problem with Dakota being hung out.
This is the only reason I didn’t turn her ass around yesterday when she started in on her bullshit and made Dakota feel bad about falling for me. About wanting to marry me. About being my woman. And I guarantee she’s now swimming in the fact that she feels vindicated in her opinion.
Which only pisses me off even more.
“She’s at the bakery in town. I’m going to get her. You can go back to the clubhouse, and I’ll bring her there. Then we need to get our shit together to leave on the trip.”
“I’m going with you,” she announces.
Rolling my eyes to the sky, I wonder what Dakota would really do if I just cut this bitch’s throat so I didn’t have to hear her voice for another minute longer. I’m sure she’d be pissed at me, and since I’m already in the doghouse, I decide against it.
“You want to go, that’s fine. But all you’ll see is me picking her up, putting her on the back of my bike, then riding away. I’m not getting into a discussion with her or anyone else in public, and I sure as shit am not getting in one with you standing there watching, wishing you had fuckin’ popcorn.”
Her eyes widen, and she jerks back as if I’ve physically assaulted her. “You’re an asshole,” she seethes.
“No fuckin’ shit.”
Without saying another word, I walk over to my bike, climb on, and then start the engine. I ignore Briana’s existence as I make my way toward downtown Thunder Rock and my woman. I’m not even mad that she walked out of the clubhouse last night. I’m just grateful as fuck that she’s safe.
After those bastard Bloodhounds took her and the bullshit with the cartel, I was thinking the worst possible scenario all over again. We’re hoping to steer clear of them completely, but who knows if they’ve got eyes on us or not,
The bakery isn’t far away from the motel, just a few streets, and as I pull into the parking spot right in front of the shop, I see Dakota. She’s standing behind the counter, her head turned to the side as she talks to Lainey.
Her lips are curved up into a smile.
She’s safe.
Relief floods over me.
I know that Piggy told me she was okay, but there is something about seeing her that makes it all real.
I’m going to spank her ass.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
DAKOTA
Lainey showsme the new idea she has for the menu. She wants to make cookie and cupcake boxes for special occasions. She also wants to use the leftover batter to bake mini sheet cakes decorated elaborately and sell them in boxes. I love the idea. It looks so simple and fun.
“The only problem with my idea is manpower. I’m already maxed to my limit with my time,” she explains. “And honestly, I haven’t been able to find consistent, reliable employees. High school girls who are responsible end up leaving and going to college. I can’t blame them. I did the same. There’s also the simple fact that I don’t really care about decorating cupcakes and cakes. I prefer bakery items, and my passion is being a barista.”
