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“That’s what I’m talking about!” I holler, reaching around the console and into the backseat for a celebratory high five. Rev shakes his head but doesn’t leave me hanging for too long.
As we pull up to the gates of the clubhouse and type in the passcode, giddiness flows through me.
These types of parties are the ones I like to throw!
The music can be heard pounding from inside as we park. I glance over and see my bike, sitting there looking pristine and enticing.
Tomorrow, I vow, I’m taking Demi for a long drive.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
DEMI
When I gaveLuna the message from Xavier, she started huffing and puffing, pacing the living room. She’s gone from growling to waving her hands through the air as she talks beneath her breath.
The vocabulary rolling off her tongue, when it comes to cursing, is entertaining to say the least.
It’s a proud moment for me because she never lets herself go off the rails.
I have to admit, it’s nice to see someone acting so damn protective of me since I didn’t have a lot of that care and devotion growing up in the homes I was placed in.
As always, it’s her that wants to destroy my enemies and make them burn.
“I’m going with you,” she insists.
“No, sis, you’re not,” I disagree–passionately. “You’re not a fighter and there’s no telling how this is going to play out. It makes you vulnerable and I need to get in there, roll up my sleeves, and kick their asses.”
“You’re not wearing sleeves,” she harrumphs, staring at my tank top through slitted eyes.
“It was a metaphorical statement and you know it,” I retort. “Think about the baby, he or she is your future, Luna.”
“I’ll stay in the background, Demi,” she says, trying to compromise with me. “I need to be there and have your back. I may not be able to throw any fisticuffs, but I can be your cheerleader.”
“I’ll be too worried you’ll freak out and snap, and then try to join me in confronting them, sis. My sole concentration needs to be on them andnotdivided,” I point out.
“I’m going,” she snarks, stomping her foot.
“What’s up with the foot stomping?” I ask, raising my brows at her. “That’s not like you.”
“I’m livid!” she thunders, her chest heaving as she breathes in and out from the energetic exertion. “Those motherfuckers messed with my family, they’re finally within reach and I want to see them pay the piper for their misdeeds.”
“And they will,” I promise her. “Aren’t you the one that’s been preaching about trusting the others around us to take care of my baggage?”
“That’s different,” she seethes.
“It isn’t,” I claim.
“It is,” she argues.
“I’m not going to ask you to explain why that makes sense so in your mind, Luna, because you aren’t acting rational right now.”
“Am too,” she grits out.
“And now we’re done,” I tell her. “I’m not going to sit here and have an argument with you over who’s right and who’s wrong. This isn’t about that. Besides, do youreallythink your man is going to allow you to be anywhere in those fuckers’ vicinities? Because if youarethinking that, then this pregnancy has done something to your critical thinking skills, Luna.”
Her eyes narrow further at me and I get the impression that she and I are fixing to go toe-to-toe. She can be just as stubborn as me, so when we butt heads which is seldom, fireworks explode in the background. As I go to protest and lay out the pros and cons of her following me, her phone rings and a sly smile crosses her face.
