Page 56 of Liberate Us

Jaron, Cyrus, and the guys and I had been to this chapter a fewtimes but I had never been by myself.

I never liked that Jackie fucker. I had seen on more than oneoccasion how he would throw women around, just because he was twice their size.

I would have to call Jaron and warn him, if he wasn’t contactedalready. I knew going in that this was a bad idea but there was no way in hellI was letting Amber go to this clubhouse by herself. I didn’t give a shit thatshe knew them for a long time. Add to the fact that she had slept with thatJackie fucker and a few of the other guys, she was just pussy to them. That wasit. It was uncalled for, but it was the truth.

They treated her like a club whore even though that had neverbeen true. From what I could see, she didn’t just sleep with any and every guylike a lot of them did. Also, to be fair, she had been hurting and probablywanted to forget Aaron and all the shit he had done to her.

While I stood by the closed door, Amber sat on a brown leathercouch across the room from me. She placed her beer on the end table beside herand blew out slow even breaths. She was too damn far away but I would give herspace. For now.

“So tell me, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?” Tinyasked, sitting on the edge of the large desk.

“Will is causing problems,” Amber told him.

“Well, I know you didn’t just drive down to tell me that whenyou could have called, and I also know that you’ve had problems with himbefore—”

“You have?” I blurted.

Both heads turned to me at the same time.

I almost laughed but really, the more I heard about this Willbastard, the more I wanted to mount his head on my wall.

There had also been a time that if a woman came with baggage ofany sort, I would drop her quickly and move on. But now, whatever baggage Amberhad, I found that I wanted to help her carry it.

“I haven’t seen him in a while, but he usually shows up before Icome home to see my mom,” Amber explained.

“Why?”

Tiny scoffed. “Because he thinks Amber is going to either getinformation from us for him or give him information that she already knows.”

I looked at Amber then. I never realized that she was a walkingtarget. Who the hell was protecting her?

“I am and I also have other people looking out for her and hermom as well.” Tiny scowled.

I rubbed the back of my neck, not even realizing I had spokenout loud.

Amber only stared at me. She was probably wondering the samething I was. What the hell were we doing?

Suddenly, she winced, her face going pale before turning a lightshade of green. “I...”

Spotting the garbage can beside the couch she was sitting on, Irushed to it and thrust it toward her at the same time she bent over and threwup everything that was currently in her stomach.

“You sick or eat something bad?” Tiny asked, grimacing.

“Neither. I just like throwing up for fun. It’s my new hobby,”she mumbled.

“You good?” I asked, sitting beside her on the couch and runningmy hand in circles along her upper back.

“Yeah. Must have been something from breakfast that’s notagreeing with me.” As soon as those words left her mouth, she threw up again,letting out a low groan. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Tiny moved in front of her and crouched. “Let itout, you’ll feel better.”

She nodded, pulling the bag from the bin and tying it off. “Ithink I’m good now.” She made a face, placed the bag back in the bin, and putit back on the floor.

Tiny rose to his full height and went to the door. Opening it,he stuck his head out. “Oscar, grab me a toothbrush, toothpaste and a bottle ofGatorade, will you?” he yelled.

“On it,” someone called back.

“Are you sure you’re good?” I asked Amber, my voice low enoughthat only she could hear.

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