I didn’t even know where we were going.
“Where is your bike?”
“Never mind the bike. We just need to make it to the realtor. They’ll drive us.”
My breath started to grow labored, as the bike accelerated behind us.
“We aren’t going to make it,” I whined, unable to keep my voice steady.
He glanced over his shoulder, his fingers slipping from mine, “You are. Keep walking.”
“Wha—? No.” I stumbled as I tried to twist and he pushed me forward.
“Go!” he barked.
A trunk closed, and a child curiously ventured toward the end of a driveway as a pair of older bikers rolled to a stop next to Anthony and me.
“She don’t have nothing to do with anything, Monty,” Anthony blurted out, before glancing back at me and nudging me, “Baby, go.”
“No,” I quietly, but firmly repeated, keeping my eye on C.C. Henshaw.
I’d seen the man with him before, but I didn’t know his name. They were brothers or cousins; I couldn’t keep track of my mother’s neighbors, not that anyone would want to.
“You found her,” C.C. rumbled.
“Leave her out of it,” Anthony repeated, his voice damn near a plea.
“We ain’t in the business of terrorizing women, Anthony. Goddamn.”
“Yeah? Apparently, not everyone got that fucking memo.”
I wanted to clamp my hand over Anthony’s mouth, but he’d already said it.
“Which one of you kicked out my door?” I piped up from behind him.
His hand curled around my thigh, and he thrust me back again.
C.C. and Monty exchanged a glance and then Monty said something I didn’t quite catch, but I was confident it was a curse.
“Well, who the hell is she anyhow?” Monty asked, his face twisting up in a bewildered way.
“She’s my ol’ lady. My wife.” Anthony’s words brought a louder round of cussing from the pair, and they suddenly looked uncomfortable.
“Tell them I’ll be there tomorrow. I’m marrying her and then I’ll turn myself over to the club.”
I held my breath; certain all hell was about to break loose. Judging from the look on the lady’s face as she collected her child from the end of the driveway and hurried toward the nearby house, I’d say she did, too.
“She’s gonna call the authorities,” I predicted, causing everyone to glance toward the door as lady slammed it.
“Shit,” C.C. scoffed.
“We’ll let it be known,” Monty agreed, before speeding off.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
With You
Anthony
