“Great. Offer her a drink. I don’t want her to know anything about shit.” I end the call and then turn my attention back to Vivian. “Baby, I’ve got to handle this. Stay here until I get back.” I can see my mistake before the words fully exit my mouth, but it’s already too late.
Her face hardens she bluntly states, “No.”
“No?” I asked, knowing that I’m about to have our first fight as a couple.
She stepped closer, got in my space, looking deep into my eyes when she says, “You’re not leaving without me. The last time this bitch got in between us and we parted, somethingbad happened.” Her words come out hard and brutal, but underneath, I understand there is nothing but pain. We almost lost each other. I could have died and I sure as fuck lost my mind for a while.
Chapter Eleven
Vivian
He clamps his lips into a flattened line, unable to deny me even though he wants to tell me no, but in truth he knows I’m right. He runs his hand through his tuff of dark brown hair and sighs, “Fine, but you have to do what I say when I say to do it. Don’t get pissy and be defiant because shit might get crazy.”
Smiling, I kiss his cheek. “Okay.”
Simon’s father gives him a look full of pride. Simon pulls me in for a rough kiss and whispers, “Good girl.” I blush and smile as he takes my hand.
Nuzzling on my neck, he whispers, “Do you want to get on the back of my bike, baby?”
“Yes,” I answered as my body vibrates. The idea of being on his bike, my arms around him and our bodies so close makes me ache painfully.
“We’ll see you all later,” Simon says, waving them off. His dad goes to speak to his mom because he’ll be joining us at the clubhouse, but she’s obviously not going there.
“No detours,” Simon’s mother calls out with a giggle. “I’ll close up the office.”
“Thank you,” I replied, feeling unusually bold at the moment.
When we arrive at the Clubhouse, I see several vehicles are lined up in the lot. So many Riders have gotten here before us, including Uncle Mick and Aunt Morgan. That bitch from the hotel is in deep shit now. I love it more than I should, but she’s involved in everything that caused me pain.
“Please, let’s have a drink,” Aunt Morgan offers her. “What would you like?” Although she’s being polite and it’s nauseating to witness, I recognize it’s just a ruse.
“Um…just water, please. Why are there so many people here?” She looks around nervously, knowing she’s in trouble. The terrified expression on her face amuses me to no end and it’s just the tip of the iceberg. I flex my fists, ready to punch her in the face, but I can feel my body being held back by my man. Damn him.
“This is the Clubhouse. There’s always lots of people around here,” Simon says, as if it’s normal, but his words come out menacing. He has that tilted smirk that turns me on. It screams condescending asshole and yet I still could never get enough.
“Is this like a biker Clubhouse?” Does she really have to ask such inane questions? I roll my eyes and catch a smirk from Boomer.
“Yes, it is. Now, here’s your water.” She takes it from Aunt Morgan but doesn’t drink it.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“You care to tell us why you drove all the way here just to have your car break down near Simon?”
“I think I should be going,” she insists, trying to dig her way out, but it’s like a mudslide and she’s not getting out without our help.
Aunt Crystal crowds her in and blocks her exit. “You’re not going anywhere until we get some answers from you.” Damn, she is too bad ass. I’m sure Mrs. West wants to be here, but can’t because she’s pregnant. Wrench won’t let her and I can’t blame him one bit.
“I don’t know what to tell you.” Her body tenses because we all know she’s lying.
“You’re going to tell us the fucking truth, or you don’t walk out of here at all,” Aunt Crystal says, staring her down.
Sarah swallows hard, shaking nervously, turning to look at Simon for help. “I just wanted to see if he was okay. My father demanded that I stay away from him after I caused trouble at the hotel.”
“You mean after you had him run down.”
She looks at Simon again as she speaks. “I didn’t run him over. I would never.” I’m about to pounce on her the way she says it. The damn flirty tone is annoying as hell.
“You’re the only one with fucking motive and opportunity.”
