“We need to follow him. He’ll be with Z.” She says from her still bent position then takes a drink of her soda.
I look at her for a long moment then shake my head and take off after him following him for about ten minutes down some back roads. When he pulls into a parking lot, I park a block away and watch as he rides right to where the rest of the guys are waiting including my cousin Jax. When Harlen gets off his bike, he says something to Wes then hands him the envelope. Even from this distance, I see Wes’ jaw go tight and I wonder why he’s pissed. Then he puts his phone to his ear, and I watch his mouth work and wonder what he’s saying.
“I wonder what they’re talking about.”
“I don’t know,” I say, watching Wes go to Z and say something. When Z’s body goes tight, a ball of anxiety forms in my chest.
“We’re busted,” Kayan whispers. I look at her, put the car in drive, and take off. The moment I hit the road, the sound of pipes fills the air. My hands start to sweat and my heart starts to pound. “Oh, my God. Z is going to kill me.”
“Maybe we can get back to the theater,” I say, not believing it for a second.
“Yeah, maybe,” she agrees, and I push down on the gas and take every back road I can until I reach the parking lot of the theater. Themoment I turn off the car, we get out and rush toward the door of the theater we left out of, then stop dead when we come face-to-face with a very pissed-off Sage.
“Hey, what are you doing out here?” I ask, and his eyes turn even angrier.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“What? I came out to smoke. You know…the scenes were so hot I needed a cigarette,” I say and hear someone chuckle. I turn to look over my shoulder as Mic, Wes, Z, and Jax walk up to where we’re standing.
“This shit’s not funny,” Wes growls, looking at Mic, who holds up a hand in front of him.
When Wes’ eyes come back to me, they do one sweep then he looks at Sage.
“You mind taking the girls home? We’ll be there in an hour.”
“No problem, man,” Sage says, and Wes lifts his chin then his eyes drop to me.
“Do not fucking leave the house.” He points at me, and my heart skids in my chest from the amount of anger I see on his face.
“Give me your keys,” Z tells Kayan. She grabs my hand and I turn to look at her, seeing tears in her eyes. I hand over the keys and watch as Z storms off towards the parking lot.
“We—”
“Do not fucking talk,” Wes says, and my mouth slams shut. “I’ll deal with your ass when I get home.” Okay, I knew he was mad and had a reason to be, but this was a little too much. My hand not holding my friend’s balls into a fist at my side. It takes everything in me not to flip out.
“Let’s go.” Sage tugs my elbow and leads us away from the guys and towards his truck.
“Sorry about leaving,” I mumble, looking out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the Wes.
“You know we wouldn’t be watching you guys if there wasn’t some fucked-up shit going on,” Sage says, and I can hear the anger and concern in his voice. The moment we arrive at my house, Sage shuts down the truck and follows us inside. “Both of you, sit here,” he growls, pointing at the couch when I start to lead a still crying Kayan back to the bathroom.
“First, we’re not going to leave again, and second, I’m older than you and this is my house. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take my friend back to the bathroom so she can splash some cold water on her face!” I reply and tug Kayan with me to the hall bathroom.
“Sit here,” I tell her, closing the lid on the toilet so she can take a seat, and then I gab a washcloth and run it under cold water before handing it to her.
“Thanks,” she murmurs, pressing it to her face.
“He’s not cheating,” I remind her, and she nods but doesn’t say anything, making me feel worse than I already do. When we go back out to the living room, Sage is watching television. His eyes come to us and go soft.
“The guys are on their way back.”
“Great,” I mumble as the ball of stress in my stomach expands. When the sound of pipes rumbles the house, I close my eyes, trying to get myself under control. Having both Wes and me mad isn’t going to fix anything.
The front door flies open, making me jump. I turn my head, expecting it to be Wes storming into the house, so I’m surprised when it’s Z. “How the fuck do you think it’s okay to take a pregnant woman on one of your crazy-ass adventures?” he roars at me, and I sit back on the couch, surprised by his words. I have no idea what he’s talking about. I look at my friend, the girl I have been best friends with since our first day of kindergarten, and my mouth drops open when I see the truth in her eyes.
“You’re pregnant?” I whisper in shock. “How did that happen? I mean…when, shit…I mean, why didn’t you tell me?” I shake my head, completely flabbergasted.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry; you know I love you,” she says then looks up at Z. “And you had no right to tell her, you big, fat jerk. I’m pregnant, not incapable of making my own fucking decisions.” She stands up and pushes past Z, whose glare has softened. “Fuck!” she screams when she gets to the front door, and I stand when I see her chest heaving up and down. “You have my keys. Either give them to me, or take me the fuck home.”
