Frankie sighed dreamily. “The best damn night of my life.”
“And you’re still seeing him?”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it seeing him. But damn that boy knows how to do the horizontal rumba.”
I nodded, trying to ignore the visual she painted. “I’m sorry I left you. I felt so guilty over it.”
“Babe, I told you I was good, and believe me Iwasgood. All night long and into the morning.”
Rolling my eyes at her overexaggerated sigh and chuckle, I felt the unease wash off me.
“But it’s the girl code, so I felt bad.”
“Honestly, fuck the girl code. I knew I was safe. And I was desperate for a good dicking down, and boy did I get dicked down good.”
We both laughed together, laying back on the bed, side by side. She told me about Chaos, and that night, how they hadn’t stopped all night, and I told her about the day in Chapel with Reaper.
“Don’t fall in love, okay?” she said, seriously. “This may be fun and all, but being a biker’s ol’ lady…it’s dangerous and crazy.”
Too late, I thought, but that was crazy in itself. It’s the proximity of being this close to Reaper all the time making me think this way.
“He’s not going to want a twenty-four year old ol’ lady. Not when he can have any number of women, especially when they throw themselves at him all day.”
“Please, you’re hotter than any of the girls downstairs, Ro. I just don’t want you to live the life your mother did. I know how much that scares you.”
She was right. My mother had fallen in love with a man, got knocked up, and he left the second he heard a crying baby. She spent her days looking after a child that reminded her of that guy she never quite got over. Thankfully, she didn’t hate me for it, but I knew she looked at me sometimes and wondered what it could have been like if I hadn’t been born. I didn’t want to be a single mum, having to be around the guy who no longer wanted me just because I had his kid. That would be heartbreaking.
“I am scared for you, too.”
“Look, I know what this is with Chaos. I’m not dumb. He’s probably already eying off a girl downstairs. Am I jealous? No. I just want some good dick, and if I can call him up when a tinder date doesn’t go my way and get some, then I’ll be happy.”
“Just never—”
“Spend the night,” she finished for me. “I know, babe. Don’t worry. I’m good. Nothing is going to come between me and you. We are ride or die.”
We connected our pinkies to seal the deal.
“He can’t keep us locked up all night,” Frankie said after a beat. “We need to eat, pee and drink.”
“He wants me to message him,” I said, motioning to my phone on the bedside table. “But I’m not cracking.”
“Ha! That’s my bitch, right there,” Frankie laughed. “Surely there is a way out.”
“There’s a window, but we’re on the second floor.”
“Open it,” Frankie said. I saw the mischievous look in her eye which usually meant pure trouble. I moved over to the window and unlatched the lock before pulling it up. Underneath, I saw bikers smoking, having conversations, but for the most part, it was quiet, and not as monitored as the front of the clubhouse.
“We just need to wait for them to move back inside after their smoke and we should be all good.”
Frankie moved her head through the window hole, looking down the sides and laughing softly. She pulled her head back in, and I knew she had a plan.
“There’s a lattice with climbing vines on the side of the window. We just need to climb out, grab onto it and climb down.”
“Frankie. This isn’t the movies,” I said. “That lattice isn’t going to hold our weight.”
“What do you suggest then?” she asked, throwing her hands up in the air, before she put her hands on her hips. My sassy little bestie has no idea that I had an idea. I just hoped he would help.
“Take a seat. I got an idea.”
