Sort of like now…
Throwing the blankets off me, I got out of bed. What had I been doing all this time? I finally had the freedom I’d dreamt about, and I was wasting the opportunity given to me.
I should’ve asked Jefe to borrow a phone. Or I could’ve requested to watch the news on the massive flat screen in the game room. Or maybe he had a laptop I could use. I’d prefer a computer. Everything was on the Internet, like what happened to the dear nuns I loved.
With Jefe being, I didn’t know where, how could I get access to a computer or cell phone? I really didn’t want to go down into the game room alone. I’d noticed there were always men engrossed in a sporting event.
But I knew someone who might be able to help me. Letty!
I ran out of the bedroom and made my way straight to the club girls’ hallway.
“What do you want?” Yoli asked in a salty tone from behind me.
“I’m looking for Letty.” I replied, not stopping.
“What for?”
“Will you leave me alone? It’s not like I asked to be brought here. Jefe helped me. And things just sort of developed between us.” I really didn’t like giving her an explanation about why I was in the club.
“I’ve known him my whole life,” she said in a quiet voice. “I thought he was my forever.”
I turned around hearing the sadness in her tone. I needed to see if it was real, and the tears in her eyes confirmed it.
“I’m in love with him.” She took several steps toward me.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“He loves me too. He just won’t admit it.”
“Well, that makes no sense. Why would he have me in his bed if he loves you?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She couldn’t honestly believe Jefe loved her. I sort of felt sorry for her.
“He’s stubborn.” She shrugged. “Go ahead and have your fun with him. At the end of the day, he’ll come back to me. I can be patient.”
“But why should you have to be patient? You deserve to have a man who puts you first, Yoli. Not someone who disrespects you and cheats on you, if he loves you.”
She straightened her spine. “Obviously, you have no idea who bikers are. Life in an MC is a world all its own. Different rules. Different people. Different ways of living.”
“I understand and I like it here.”
Yoli hissed, “You don’t fit with us.”
“Hey, girls. What’s going on?” Letty asked, opening her bedroom door. She probably heard us talking. Yoli wasn’t exactly a quiet talker, except for that moment when she admitted she was in love with Jefe.
“Nothing,” Yoli replied.
“I came looking for you. I wanted to borrow something.” I took Letty’s hand and tugged her into her room. “Nice chatting with you,” I told Yoli, then closed the door. I leaned against it and exhaled a deep breath.
“What was that about?” Letty grinned like she hoped to hear juicy gossip.
“Just Yoli being Yoli, I guess. Do you have a cell phone?”
“Of course.” Letty took it out of her back pocket. It had a blinged out pink case.
“Can I borrow it? I need to do a quick search.”
“Don’t you have one?” She held the device against her chest. “I mean, our phones are monitored. Keywords will get pinged on an app the club has to alert them of our activity. I don’t know what those words are. You could get me into trouble.”
“I see.” I chewed on my bottom lip. I wouldn’t want her to get in trouble either. “I just wanted to check up on my friends.”
