Page 28 of Flyboy's Nightingale
“No, tell me now. What could she possibly have done or know?” he demands, sounding beyond angry.
“That’s fucking insane, there is no fucking way that that’s true! She’s right fucking here with me; we’ll be in his office in five.”
“I’ve got to get my ass in my fucking chair, and get her ready, then we’ll be in there. Five fucking minutes!”
The walls start closing in on me as his words take hold of my consciousness. I knew this was going to happen the first time I showed up to help Flyboy when Edge was hurt. I should’ve never gotten involved or come here. The club comes first, and these men are about to filet me like a freshly caught fish for the slaughter. Motorcycle clubs do not play when it comes to rival clubs and having their people close to their family. I slide down the wall next to the door, unable to do anything but panic. There is no way I’ll make it out of this building without them catching me.
“Riley, baby, we gotta go meet with Prez.” Flyboy urges from the other side of the door.
I open my mouth to answer him, yet nothing comes out. Movement outside of the door pushes just a little of the panic back, and unlocks my muscles, getting me moving. I’ve got to get the hell out of here and on the road. I have no fucking clue what the Prez could want with me, but I know it can’t be for anything good!
“Riley, are you okay? What’s going on?” The frantic tone seems to shake my frozen body into motion.
I turn frantically, searching for a way out of the tiny bathroom. My eyes scan over every surface not seeing a way out. A loud knock on the door sends fear straight to my bones. What the hell am I going to do? I can’t go see Prez with all of the guys there, standing around me with their leather cuts and glares. Knowing that the reason Prez is wanting to see me is because they know who I am and what I’ve brought to their territory. This is going to end one of two ways!
“Riley, open the fucking door!” Flyboy bangs on the door again.
I shake my head in answer like he can see me. “I can’t, Flyboy. Please, don’t make me go out there. You have to just get me out of here.”
I know I’m begging, and sound like a weak woman right now. Hell, maybe I fucking am when all I do is run from the things that scare me. Weak or not, I'm not ready to face a room full of bikers today, or any day in the near future. I’ll do whatever it takes for Flyboy to get me the fuck out of here. Flyboy continues banging on the door, trying everything in his power to get me out of the bathroom while I just stand there like a fucking mute, not saying a word.
“If you don’t open this fucking door, I’m going to have to get one of the guys to come kick it in.” Flyboy bangs again, this time sounding completely pissed off. “Open this motherfucking door.”
With tears running down my face, I roll my shoulders back knowing that he will do just that, and if I want any chance of making this out of here alive, I’ve got to face the music. As slowly as I possibly can, I make my way over to the door, pulling it open just as Torch and Duck come into the room, looking beyond annoyed.
“Prez told you fifteen fucking minutes, what the fuck is taking you so damn long?” Torch sneers, looking between the two of us.
“Fuck, man. Prez told you to bring her to his office, not fucking make her cry.” Duck walks toward me slowly with his hands out like I’m a wild animal.
I guess in the state I’m currently in, he’s not wrong. Licking my lips, I open my mouth trying to speak, and once a-fuckin-gain, nothing comes out. I look between the three men trying to decide if there is any way on this god forsaken earth that I could get by them and out of here. Once again, finding that there is no way, I wrap my arms around my waist, trying to hold myself together. I avoid Flyboy’s eyes, not able to look at the betrayal and disgust that will come from him when he finally finds out the truth about everything.
“I’m sorry, guys, this is all on me. I took too long in the bathroom. I’m ready to go when you are.” I don’t even try to hide how scared and downright miserable I am.
“Riley, this isn’t anything bad. We’re just worried about you and want to talk about what’s been going on,” Duck tries to reassure me.
I just shrug because I know when it all comes out in the open, that that’s not going to be true, and I’m going to have to leave everything and everyone behind and disappear like a thief in the night. I can’t not; no, I will not let them get involved in my past and demons.
“Let’s just get this done so I can get back home and out of your hair,” I confide, just ready to get this over with.
Flyboy hops back on his crutches. A small smile spreads across my lips at the sight of him finally on his feet.
“It’s nice to see you on your feet. It looks good on you,” I get out between hiccups.
All the guys just chuckle before leaving the room. Torch steps out into the hallway with Duck right on his heels. Flyboy stays back, allowing me to follow them so he can come in behind me. Him doing this just makes the ache in my chest that much sharper and the tears now fall unchecked. I’ll never forget the people in this building that have always gone out of their way to make me feel safe.
As we make it down the hallway and through the main room, I keep my head down, making very sure that I don’t make eye contact with anyone along the way. On the other side of the great room, we turn right down another hallway, the noises from the room and all the people getting quieter and quieter. I hear a door open, flooding the hallway with light. I'm met by the sound of several voices, shocked to find that not all of them are male. Slowly, we make our way into the room, Flyboy coming in last, and closing the door behind him.
“Well, hell! It’s good to see you up and on your fucking feet, boy.” I hear Steel chuckle.
“I’ve given you boys months to be the better looking ones in the room. Now, it’s time I show who that title really belongs to,” Flyboy teases and winks before smirking.
“Glad to see your self-esteem and humor are back.” Blue laughs, coming over and pulling Flyboy into a hug. “We’ve missed you around here the last however long it’s been.”
“Thank you, Blue. I couldn’t agree with you more. It’s time I stop acting like a fucking shithead and get back to being me.” Flyboy bends down the best that he can with his crutches to allow her to kiss him on the check.
“It’s about fucking time, brother.” I hear Razor state, bringing my attention to him at the back of the room, typing away on his laptop.
“Fuck you all,” Flyboy jests, as he sits heavily on the couch.
