Page 95 of Money Shot

I gazed down at the toes of my boots. “I don’t think I want to hear it,” I said.

“Don’t rightfully give a fuck, I’m asking anyway,” he said.

I shifted my eyes to meet his and nodded my head.

“You still love that girl?” he asked.

I nodded my head. “Sure do.”

He turned toward his bike, threw his leg over the seat, and fired the engine.

“Saddle up,” he said.

“To where?” I asked.

“Sienna’s place,” he said.

I shook my head. “I’ll go alone,” I said.

“Not an option,” he said.

I furrowed my brow and glared at him. “What’s that mean?”

“Means it’s not a fucking option. I’ve got a plan. You’ll see,” he said.

“I don’t know if I want to,” I said.

He revved the engine and grinned. “Don’t give a fuck. Get on, and believe me, you’ll be fine. I’m your friend, Brother, I won’t do anything to disrespect you.”

I reluctantly got on my bike, fired the engine, and shook my head in disbelief. After turning around, I pulled alongside his bike.

“Follow me,” I said.

As I pulled out of the drive, I felt in many respects like I was a kid again.

Starting my life from scratch again with my friend Jackson.