Page 24 of Maverick

Willow was driving like a maniac and I was having a hard time catching up to her. As she took a sharp turn, I thought the truck was going to roll. I kicked my bike into sixth gear and tried to get beside her or in front of her. She needed to slow down.

As we got to my driveway, the back of the truck started to fishtail across the dirt. Willow pulled it together though and tore down toward my house. She quickly parked the truck and hopped out. I parked my bike and ran up the stairs, trying to catch up with her.

“Willow! Goddamnit, just wait!”

She ran to the back of the house and slammed the bedroom door shut. I tried to open it but she had locked it.

“Open the fucking door!”

“Go away, Maverick!”

I slammed my fist against the wall groaning. “Just open the door! We need to talk!”

“I said no, Maverick. Now go away so I can pack my shit without you screaming at me.”

It felt like time froze and I just stood there.

She couldn’t be leaving! I wasn’t ready to let her go yet!

I heard my front door creak open and whipped around to see Lilah and Mama coming in. With one last look at the door, I walked toward them.

Mama put her hand on my arm and looked up at me. “Go, Silas. Take a ride and let it all out. Arguing while you two are heated will only lead to more arguing. Calm down and then come back. We’ll talk to her and ease her down.”

I stalked back down the hallway and knocked on the door. “Willow. Please open up. I really need to talk to you.”

“Fuck off, Maverick. I never want to see your stupid face again.”

I could tell she was crying and it was breaking my heart that I was the one who was causing her pain. “Baby girl, please. I’m begging you.”

“Get the fuck away from me.”

I slammed my fist against the wall again before walking away. Before I walked out the door, I gave my Mama and Lilah a hug. “Please take care of her. She has nobody. I fucked it all up. Just make sure she doesn’t leave...I’m not ready...just don’t let her go okay?”

Mama just patted my arm and didn’t even chastise me about my language. That’s how you know it’s bad; when Mama doesn’t smack the back of your head for swearing.

Lilah gave me one last hug before pushing me out the door. “We got this. Mav. Your woman will be here. Go and think about how to say you’re sorry. Oh and maybe about how to tell her your true feelings.” She winked as she closed the door and headed toward my bedroom.

I walked to my motorcycle and got on. I didn’t know where to go so I got off and walked down to the barn. I grabbed the four-wheeler and took off. It was freeing to just drive down little dirt paths with no particular place to be. Driving up the mountain, I made it to a small field of wildflowers. It had a big oak tree in the middle and a small brook to the side. I parked the four-wheeler on the path and walked in the middle to the tree. Sitting down against the big oak tree, I looked up to the sky.

“Pop. I’m fucking lost. I wish you were here to help guide me. I know I should be watching out for the club, but this woman has me feeling all types of things. What do I do? I’m doubting my own blood brother! Goddamnit, Pop.”

I closed my eyes and tried to sort through my emotions. I needed to get my shit together and figure out what was going on with Willow before I took things with her further. I knew I had feelings for her, but I needed to make sure she wasn’t part of a rival club first.

Damn Goose is putting ideas in my head now.

I punched the ground and got up and headed back toward the four-wheeler and ripped down the path. I needed to just keep moving and clear my head.

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