"That's what I plan on finding out."
"There's nothing to find out," she insisted."There's nothing about me that would make Sonny want me.Despite the way he acts toward me, he doesn't own me.He swindled you out of money."
He set his fork down, studying her."Why were you even at the meeting between the clubs?"
She froze, putting her fork down."I don't know what you mean."
"You were there," he said, voice low."On the back of Sonny's bike.Theonlywoman attending the meeting."
She scooted back on the bench as if he'd shoved her."Do you think I'm mixed in with them?"
He had no answer for her.After today, he didn't know if Cusclan was setting him up or if Lydia was playing a part in Sonny's game.
His hesitancy wrinkled her nose.A mix of betrayal, hurt, and fear.
"I don't know what to believe," he said finally.
She stood so quickly that her plate rattled."I can't— I'm not—"
She shook her head, backing away from him.
Then she walked off, retracing her steps past the garage, around the corner, and disappeared from view.Baddy exhaled heavily.Every instinct in him screamed that he should let her go.
Chapter 19
How could she be sostupid?The thought hammered through her skull with every step she took.
Lydia's sneakers slapped the sidewalk hard enough to sting the soles of her feet.Of course, Baddy wouldn't believe her.Why would he?Bikers didn't trust women because they were the weaker sex.They didn't wear a patch.They were for fucking and sucking.
She growled in frustration.She knew better than to get involved with Baddy.
He was so focused on Sonny, on what might happen, on what could go wrong, that he couldn't see what he was doing to her.Couldn't see how his doubts about her had sliced her wide open.
The pain from Baddy was worse than any backhanded slap Sonny directed her way.
Her breath came fast, too fast, burning her lungs.She didn't slow down.Didn't look back.She kept moving, because stopping meant thinking, and thinking meant falling apart.
