My girls gasped and Jasmine even tried to argue, but I held my hand up and shook my head.
“I want peace, Jazz.”
“At what cost?” she challenged. “Our men aren’t going to accept you representing a Spider.”
“Is your brother a Spider, Tammy?”
She shook her head.
“He’s not a Spider, Jazz. Problem solved.”
“Jesus Christ, chickie, balls of steel,” Olivia said.
“Do you agree, Tammy?” I pressed.
Tammy scowled at me for several tense seconds before nodding.
“Untie them,” I said, and Parker and Olivia released them.
They dressed and scurried out of the salon and I slid down the wall onto the floor and dropped my head to my knees.
What the hell did I just do?
Lyric
“UM, LIV, LYRIC, you need to get back to the compound,” Jasmine said, waving her phone in the air. “Willow said Doom and Doc are on their way back and they’re pissed.”
“What are the odds we’ll beat them back?” I asked.
“Unlikely,” Olivia said. “Come on. I’ll drive.”
I followed her toward the foyer and just as we hit the doors, Alamo came barreling in.
“Are youfuckin’kidding me?” he growled. “Jesus Christ.” He pulled his phone out and put it to his ear. “Doc, they’re here. Yeah. Yeah. No problem.” He slid his phone back in his pocket and glared at us. “Back inside.”
I slid my bag over my shoulder. “We should—”
“Get the fuck back inside,” Alamo demanded.
About ten minutes later, the roar of Harley pipes rumbled outside and my stomach churned as my fate drew closer. I had no idea how much, if anything, I was going to tell Doom tonight. I knew I’d have to tell him something eventually, but right now, I just wanted to curl up beside him and have him hold me.
Unfortunately, I’d put myself in a potentially dangerous situation, so I was pretty sure snuggling and soothing words of comfort weren’t going to be on the table for me.
Doom walked in, followed closely by Doc, and stepped over to me. His eyes studied me before taking my bag off my shoulder, handing me a helmet, and gently grabbing my arm without a word and tugging me outside. He shoved everything into the saddlebag and faced me.
“Put your helmet on.”
“Are we going—?”
“Put your goddamn helmet on before I fuckin’ lose my shit, Lyric.”
I put my helmet on, then climbed on behind him and we headed back to the compound. Once inside the safety of the gates, Doom walked me upstairs and into our room, dropped my bag on the bed, then turned and left me again.
Without a word.
Booger had glared at me from his cat tower but decided not to get involved. Smart cat.
I took a minute to freshen up, then decided to go downstairs for something to eat. Only to find I couldn’t open the door. I jiggled the handle and it wouldn’t budge. I thought it was stuck, but when I bent down to peer in the old-fashioned lock, I realized the key was gone. Doom had taken the key. I was locked in.
