After she stormed out of the room, I followed her on my bike. When I saw that she got safely into the motel, I made my way back to the club.
“Bear!” someone shouts, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I turn my head as Gears makes his way toward me.
“What do you want?” I ask, sipping my whiskey.
Gears sits next to me.
“How’s your mom?” He leans back in his chair.
I let out a breath of air. “She is all right. They put her in a cast after the accident, but after four weeks, they took it off. She is starting to use her arm again after the break. My aunt came after I left to help out if she needed anything,” I reply.
“That’s good. How are you doing?”
“I am glad to be back. It was rough not being around you guys for a month.”
“We are glad you are back!” Gears slaps my back.
I give him a glare. He knows I don’t like it when he claps my back that hard.
“Bear! Gears!” someone yells.
I turn my head to find Pres standing to my side.
“What?” I snap.
“Church is starting,” he says.
I sigh as Gears and I stand. I know Pres called Church, and I am required to be there, but all I want to do is think about Brooke. From the little I saw, she is beautiful. When her scarfwas off, I saw some scars, but I still found her beautiful. I mean, who in this world doesn’t have scars for some reason or another?
I stop myself from going down that rabbit hole and head toward the room we have church in. As I make my way toward the front, every guy moves when I get close to them. They know not to get in my way. I sit in the front row and wait for Pres to start.
“All right! Pay attention! I’ll try and make this quick!” Pres yells, and the whole room goes silent.
When Pres is talking, everyone shuts up.
“Now, you all know that we have a new face around here. I waited for this meeting until everyone was back at the compound. Brooke is off limits. You hear me! No touching her,” Pres says, looking at everyone.
A couple of the guys let out groans, and my blood boils. No one better dare to touch her. Now I’ll have to keep an eye on her in case one of my brothers decides to go against Pres’s orders.
“She has already been through a lot. She has a reason for wearing all the clothin’, and don’t ask her about it. It’s a sensitive topic,” Pres says.
He has everyone’s attention now. I saw the scars today when she was asleep against the car. It makes my blood heat more than before to think about the possibility of someone having put those scars on her body. What kind of person could do that to someone like her?
“I want you to show her respect. Actual respect. She isn’t a club whore, and if I find any one of you disrespecting her, you’ll wish you hadn’t,” he warns sternly.
They’ll have to deal with me if they mess with her. I’m not afraid of reinforcing the message to everyone that she is off limits.
“Any questions?” Pres asks.
Everyone grunts out a no, and Pres nods.
“Church dismissed,” he instructs.
Pres walks up to me as everyone leaves the room.
“Do you know who did that to her?” I ask.
