“I’m sure it’s fine.”
“When an unregistered black car is heading toward the clubhouse, things aren’t fine. I need to check it out first.”
Maybe this is what Carter meant when he said the clubhouse is no place for a girl.
But I’m not a fucking girl.
I’m a woman who can handle her shit.
“Looks like you killed the wrong person.”
“This isn’t funny, Carmen.”
“Who did you kill?”
“Nobody important.”
I seize up. The fact that he’s not joking just reiterates what sort of place this is.
And I slept with him.
They murder people and commit all kinds of felonies, and I enjoyed my time in bed with them so much that I wanted to go in for another round.
The wind howls, my hair going crazy.
We make it back to the clubhouse quickly. While I’m taming my hair, I watch Vex dart into the garage to question other patched members about whether they saw anything. Most shake their heads.
The wind blows a segment of their conversation my way. “You brought this on yourself for being such a man whore.”
Brilliant.
Vex returns to the Harley and lets out a groan.
“Man whore, huh?” I say. “What was that all about? Should I be concerned?”
“Probably, yeah.”
Neither confirmed or denied.
“Now what?” I ask him.
“Now, we take extra precautions.”
“Why, because someone else decided to enter your part of the desert? Maybe put up a sign next time if you don’t want anyone venturing into your neck of the woods.”
Getting under Vex’s skin is more amusing than I thought.
At the end of the day, while these men are machines under the sheets, on the streets they care about nobody but themselves. They’re territorial for no reason. It also sounds like they all have problems. They should see a licensed shrink for therapy instead of using gun violence to try and make themselves feel better.
“Stay here,” Vex orders.
“Don’t blame me if I’m not here when you come back,” I yell atop the wind as he disappears into the clubhouse.
Typical. An obnoxious black car is among us and now I’m out in the desert alone. If I knew I was going to be waiting outin the sun, I’d have purchased some sunscreen back at the supermarket.
I slip my phone from my pants pocket and look at the time. Best to give Sadie a ring. I bring the device to my ear and hope that my girl will pull through.
“Hello?”
