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After unloading the truck, cleaning the bathrooms in the clubhouse including the ones in the guy's rooms, making a last-minute run to the store for Lisa, cutting the grass while Logan and Gabriel were all to helpful on pointing out the spots I'd missed, I am now headed to my room for a much-needed shower before the party. I was told the old ladies and children would be here. With hopes of seeing my Firefly tonight, I step into my room, shutting the door behind me. Sliding my cut off, I hang it on the back of the chair next to the bed, then pull my t-shirt off over my head and toss it in the dirty clothes basket. Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I go to fire off a text to Sofia only to be interrupted by another call from my dad. "Hello," I answer without hiding my annoyance.
"I'm through playing games with you, Sam. I want you on the next flight home."
"Not happening. I am home. Sorry dad, but you don't get to use me to further your career. You're going to have to figure out how to get the Governor's seat without me. Tell everyone I'm dead for all I care. Play the mournful father just like you did when mom died."
"Jesus Christ, Sam. Not this shit again. Your mother was a sick woman. I did the best I could by her."
"If you call slapping her around and cheating on her every chance you got doing right by her…" I let the sarcasm fall out of my mouth. "Look. I'm not in the mood to take a stroll down memory lane and point out all the things that make you a shitty father. You calling me is pointless."
"Alright, son. Don't say I didn't warn you." The next thing I hear is a click letting me know the call has ended.
"Fucking prick," I mutter tossing my phone on the bed. Determined not to let my father ruin my good mood, I continue with the task of getting ready for tonight's party. Snatching my duffle bag from the floor next to my feet, I heft it up onto the bed, unzip it and pull out a pair of clean jeans and a black t-shirt. Fishing around at the bottom of the bag, I pull out the 5x7 picture I have tucked underneath my clothes. The picture is of Sofia. It was taken last year while we were standing out by the lake at Logan's house during one of the kid's birthday parties. She was wearing a yellow sundress that complimented her honey color eyes perfectly. Her flawless skin was makeup free aside from the cherry red lip gloss she loves to wear. I remember not being able to take my eyes off her. Over the past couple of years, I have been taking things with Sofia slow and steady. I don't know the details of her past, but my gut tells me it's tragic, that it's something that will have me wanting to kill the person who hurt her. I hope, in time she will trust me enough to tell me her story. As of now, our friendship is solid. It has always been my intention to have a solid foundation with Sofia before moving things further. Although, I have never really hidden my true feelings from her. I am always careful not to take things too far. What my Firefly may not know is I have been slowly getting her used to my touch and the idea of us. Sometimes it's me brushing my palm down her arm when we are standing close to one another, and sometimes it is me running my knuckles down her soft cheek when she's telling me about her day. Or when I lean in close to whisper in her ear how beautiful she is. I'll watch her pupils dilate and her breathing hitch as her warm breath dances across my face. Closing my eyes, I groan when I feel my dick swell against my zipper. Popping the button on my jeans, I reach inside and free my aching cock. "Fuck," I hiss when I fist my erection and begin to pump. Thoughts of Sofia always lead me here. Knowing I'm going to see my Firefly tonight has me hard as a rock. Using my precum as lubrication, I close my eyes and jack off to visions of Sofia. It only takes a few minutes before I'm shooting my load all over my hand. Never in my life have I jacked off as much as I have since I laid eyes on Sofia.
Fifteen minutes later I'm showered and ready for the party. Picking the picture of my girl off the bed, I walk over to the dresser, open the top drawer and place it inside. Grabbing my cut from the back of the chair, I slide it on over my black t-shirt, and I have to admit I love the weight of the leather on my shoulders. Looking down at my watch, I see we have a couple more hours before people will start to arrive and I need to get busy. I'm sure the guys have a list of shit for me to do. When I appear from the hallway into the main room, I'm met by Jake, Gabriel, Reid, and Nikolai.
"Alba took Leah shopping today. I'm sure my woman will be draggin' that girl here tonight," Gabriel tells Jake. The mention of Leah reminds me of what I needed to talk to Jake about. I reach the bar where the guys are seated just as Jake speaks up. "I don't know why Alba forces that girl to come here. The poor thing is afraid of her own damn shadow. Being around all us men makes her unease even worse."
"Yeah, but it's not without good cause," I say sitting down on a stool at the end of the bar.
Jake sighs. "No, I guess not."
"Since we are on the subject of Leah, I wanted to bring up a concern I have about her." I notice my statement catches Nikolai's attention.
"What is it, son?" Jake asks.
"I'm not feeling right about her staying alone. I know the apartment has top-notch security and she has assured me she's fine with living by herself, but my gut says she's not ready. I promised my friend I'd take care of her. So, I'm coming to the club in hopes you all can help me figure out a solution to not only keep Leah safe but to make her feel safe."
Just as Jake goes to open his mouth, Nikolai steps forward with a look on his face I can't decipher. "I'll be taking care of Leah." Just as quick as Nikolai makes his declaration, he turns on his heel and walks out of the clubhouse. Jake then turns to me with a grin that matches my own.
"Problem solved."
Chapter four
Sofia
"Do you think she'll be ready to come out of her room this morning?" Emma sits on the chair across from me. Pulling the butter toward her, she spreads some onto her toast.
"I hope so," I tell her as I squeeze extra honey into my mug then stir it. "Dr. Kendrick said she reads lips extremely well, so communicating with her shouldn't be a problem. If we give her time, she'll open up." Looking out the window I spot Sam along with Reid standing at a makeshift table with a large sheet of paper spread out before them.
"You like him?" Emma asks.
Tearing my eyes off Sam, I pull apart the chocolate croissant sitting on the small white saucer in front of me. Taking a bite from the center of the pastry, I feel Emma studying me. Still chewing on my food, I lift my eyes to see her waiting for my reply with a smile on her face. Tearing off another piece, I grin then pop another bite in my mouth trying to avoid giving her an answer.
"It's sweet how he looks at you and how he brings you breakfast every morning." She casts her eyes down to her plate and pushes what is left of her scrambled eggs around her plate with the fork in her hand. "I want someone to look at me like that." The longing in her voice pulls at my heart.
"You will, Emma. Someday, someone worthy of you will come along and love you the way you deserve to be loved." I do my best to reassure her. Feeling the need to lighten the mood I mention the fact she got the job yesterday. "So, are you excited to be starting your new job at the library today?"
"More than ready. I was so nervous walking through those doors yesterday but Mrs. Davis, the head Librarian put me at ease right away. Just another step toward finding myself again, right?" Pushing herself from the table, Emma stands takes her plate to the sink, rinses it, and places her dish inside the dishwasher. Getting up, I do the same. My shift at work starts in an hour, and I always like to get there a little early. "Well," Emma slings her purse over her right shoulder, "I'm off to work."
"See you later," I smile at her over my shoulder. I'm still standing at the kitchen sink when I feel someone behind me. Spinning around I spot Luna standing quietly just inside the kitchen door, and I smile at her. She looks to be in her early twenties. She is about the same height as I me but a little curvier. She has long beautiful blonde hair, but it's her eyes that stand out the most. I've never seen someone with violet eyes before. "Hi." Wiping my hands dry with a hand towel, I walk up to her. "Nice to finally meet you; I'm Sofia."
After studying me for a moment her face relaxes and she gives me a small smile in return. Then using sign language, she starts to communicate with me. I feel terrible because I don't understand what she's trying to tell me. Just as quickly she realizes this and pulls a small notebook from the pocket of her sweater. From the same pocket, she retrieves a pen and begins to write. Handing me the notebook, I read.
Good morning. Sorry for not introducing myself last night. My name is Luna.
Handing her notebook over, I make sure I'm looking at her when I speak so she can easily read my lips. "That's okay. I get it. New place and all. Would you like some coffee?" I wait for her to write another response on the paper.
I would love some.
