“Don’t be kissing on me,” Jefe said.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it. Let me make you feel good.” The sound of a zipper lowering made jealousy shoot into my heart.
“Silvia? What are you doing out here?” Letty appeared at the worst time ever and caught me red handed.
Jefe exited the room, zipping his jeans up. Red lipstick was on his mouth. “Thought I told you to stay in my room.”
“I got bored.”
“Disobedience isn’t allowed in the club.” Yoli sashayed past me. “He’ll always come back to me puta. Don’t you forget it.”
“That’s enough, Yoli,” he told her in a severe tone.
“That’s fine. I’m leaving and don’t care, puta.” I turned on my heel and headed for the exit.
“Silvia,” Andy called, but I didn’t stop.
Bursting out of the building, I started trotting. When I heard him behind me, I took off in a full-blown run.
“Silvia!” he yelled.
“Leave me alone!”
“Goddammit, stop! My boots aren’t made for running!”
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain!” I spotted a shed near the chicken run. If I could put some distance between us, he might not see me go inside.
Shoot! I couldn’t go through the garden because of a chain-link fence.
Everything was wide open out here. Nowhere to really hide. The orchard was in the opposite direction I was going. The barn was far away, too.
My only choice was to climb the fence, if I wanted to get away from him, which I did. I was angry and needed a minute to process what happened inside.
“Don’t Vee! It’s an electric fence!” he yelled.
I slowed to a stop a few yards before the fence. Gasping and holding my stomach, I replayed his words in my head. Did he call me Vee, or had I imagined it? Only my mom and the nuns had called me Vee. To say I was gobsmacked was an understatement.
“What the fucks wrong with you?” He grabbed my jaw in his hand, gasping like me. “Don’t ever run from me again.”
“You don’t control me.” I shoved him back, but he didn’t let go of my face. “Stop. You’re hurting me!”
His other arm wrapped around my waist, and he moved in for a kiss.
“Gross! Not on your life!” I wiped his mouth with my hand and presented the red lipstick on my palm. “You disgust me.”
He instantly released me and took a few steps back.
“That’s right, big, bad biker. The evidence is on your mouth and my hand. Try to deny kissing her.”
“Why are you being like this? I didn’t cheat on you. We aren’t even a couple.”
His words hurt me, but he wasn’t wrong. All we’d been doing was having a lot of sex. He hadn’t asked me to be his girlfriend. Did bikers even do that?
“Exactly,” I said flippantly. “I don’t care what or who you do. I’m leaving today.” I turned around and stomped back the way I came.
“The nuns are dead, Chiquita.”
I jolted at his announcement. Punching me in the gut would have been nicer.
