“Are you sure you still want to go?” Matty asks half an hour later as I put mine and Lyra’s suitcases in the car, and he brings his.
After several missed calls from the brothers before I even got home from school, I messaged Alex, explaining I’m taking Lyra away for a few days to decompress, since the past few days have been too much and that I’ll call Caleb. Then I packed our bags and explained to Matty what happened at school.
To say he was angry was an understatement.
“I’m sure. I can’t not go and say goodbye to Aunt Lyra, and Dad has messaged several times begging me to come. Apparently, he wants to speak to me in person when I refused to answer his calls,” I mutter as I walk back to the townhouse and lock up while Lyra climbs into the car.
“Not sure what your dad thinks he can say to you after eight years of silence,” he growls as we climb into my car before he looks at Lyra to see she has her headphones on as she watches her tablet, then asks, “What about Dirty?”
I swallow hard as I start my car before admitting, “I just need a breather, Matty,” and he sighs but nods in understanding.
I don’t want Alex to think I’m not fighting for him, for us, with everything that is happening right now, I am, I just…
I sigh as I reverse out of my spot before putting the car into first, then driving off down the road.
I just need a break, something he didn’t give me two days ago to see if we can do this, if we can get through the problems his ex and by the looks of things Mrs. Jones are causing. I’ve got a funeral to get through, as well as possibly seeing Mrs. Collins and Freya who had seriously tried to sue for custody of Lyra but thankfully got laughed out of court, or so Uncle Mathew said to Matty yesterday.
“Why not get him to come with us?” Matty tries, but I shake my head and murmur, “No, he needs to figure out how to deal with his ex while we’re away, and I need to focus on the next few days and hope I don’t break.”
Matty squeezes my arm before looking out of the window, and I try to focus on the road, all while my body pleads with me to turn around and run back into Alex’s arms.
Yeah, that cannot be healthy after only two months of dating.
Chapter 18
Dirty – Two Days Later
Mrs. Violet clears her throat, looking up from her notes first at me, then at Doc and her hand tightens on her pen trying to hide the tremble, and her pulse visibly pounds in her neck while my jaw clenches tightly.
You can see it on her neck. The woman is petrified she’s about to lose the funding for the school, a funding I offered after Caleb started here. I’m more than ready to tear it away from the fuckers after the shit I walked in on two days ago, that bitch Cheryl sliding out the back door, trying to run from the shit she caused out of jealousy.
Getting that call from Judge Jones explaining she made bail thanks to one of her lovers. It pissed me off and I knew exactly where she was going to go, what she would try to fucking do.
Patch chasers are all the fucking same, they try to hurt the woman the brother is claiming and what better way to hurt Holly than ensure she loses her job?
She just didn’t count on bringing in the wrong parents because of course she didn’t know what class Caleb was in.
I should be finishing Curt's bike, a nomad brother from another MC before heading into church to plan the next run, and go through the books but instead, I’m sitting in the school office with my Pres beside me, knowing I’ll lose it if he wasn’t.
My body is tight with anger while the principal sweats with fear as she fucking should.
This fucking woman is one of the reasons why my girl left town two days ago, taking our daughter with her because yes, I said it once, I’ll say it a hundred fucking times, Lyra is mine in every way except blood.
Mrs. Violet swallows again and I sneer at her.
She is why Holly has only messaged and allowed Lyra to speak to me over the phone. Unlike Caleb, I haven’t heard her voice, fuck, I haven’t even seen her on video call, only Lyra and Matty, Holly always out of the room, and I’m ready to fucking explode.
He explained she’s just trying to get her head sorted, that everything that has happened since we got together has fucked her up a little. He expressed she refuses to make Caleb think he’s unloved and says they’re at her aunt's funeral. I swear, it took everything in me not to put Hol’s name in the database to find out where she is, to break that trust she has in me. This fucker tells me I have to allow her this time before I say fuck it and put my patch on her back.
I’m trying to show her she can trust me, but fuck, after the shit that went down, I’m struggling. I should be with her, helping her through a loss she has still not spoken to me about, but I’m not because of Cheryl, who has gone under fucking ground like a scared little bitch knowing there is now a target on her back.
The last sighting I found was outside the doctor's office, being handed something by some guy in a long coat this morning, but by the time the prospects got there, she was gone, and the guy in the coat denied seeing her, and we can’t exactly fucking kidnap a doctor and torture some answers outta him now, can we?
Wait, can we?
Maybe I can get Thunder to go after him, he hasn’t fucked up much lately.
I shake my head as I lean back in the chair and cross my arms over my chest, my patience running thin the longer this fucking stuck-up woman takes to speak up about her mistakes.
