Page 13 of The Biker's Second Chance
"Jayne!" I parrot her tone.
"Why would you keep me here when I'd be just as protected at the clubhouse? I know we have our issues, but really, this is ridiculous."
I scoff at her argument. She thinks I'm doing this because we have issues. That's an understatement. I'm doing this because I know exactly what will happen if she has to spend the night with me.
One of the intense emotions we are both feeling will take over, and before the night is over I'll be coming so deep inside of her the remains won't drip down her legs until next week.
I'm not going to risk it.
"I don't care what you think of my methods or my reasons. I don't want you near me. You want protection, you want help, this is the only way you're going to get it." I snarl at her.
Her lip trembles, but I can't focus on the fact that I'm sure I hurt her feelings. I need to stay strong.
I don't say anything to either of them as I walk out of the room and go straight to my bike. As I kick it to life, I put in a call for Zero to come keep watch at the motel.
The guilt starts to seep in as I race back in the direction of the clubhouse.
I push the feeling aside. This is the best option.
The only option that keeps me whole and Jayne as far away from me as possible.
CHAPTER 8
AND THE ANSWER IS NO
SPIKE
Once again, the ride does nothing to calm me down.
Not only is this issue with Jayne quickly getting much larger than I wanted it to be, but it's clear that I'm going to have to pull the rest of the club in on it.
I park my bike in my usual space in front of the club and look around. There are many more empty spaces in the lot than there were when I left.
I guess the party is over.
It takes me a second to park, and then I'm shoving open the front door of the clubhouse, my eyes searching for my president.
Even in my most enraged state, I know I need to calm myself before I approach him. He was wrong to hide Jayne from me, but even I know better than to roll up on him like I'm ready to fight.
That won't end well for me. It would take the rest of the club thirty seconds to beat me down for disrespecting our president.
After taking a few seconds to breathe, I see Leo coming out of the back room. He probably just finished putting Nisa to sleep.
As of recently, none of us would see him again after he and Nisa went to bed, but I’m guessing with Jayne making her grandappearance, Leo must have known that he would need to get a handle on things.
“Spike, what did I tell you about just flying off the handle and racing out like that? You could’ve at least told someone where you were going,” Leo says as he makes his way over to me.
“Flying off the handle?” My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline. It takes everything in me not to yell in his face right now.
Keep calm.
Calm.
“I wouldn’t have needed to fly off the handle if I had a heads up as to what was going on. How could you keep the fact that Jayne was in town hidden from me? You know what I went through when she left. Did you forget?”
He runs his hand through his hair and has the nerve to look a bit remorseful.
“No, brother, I didn’t forget. We all know what you were like back then. That’s the reason I didn’t say anything in the first place. Until I knew what she was here for, I didn’t want to risk getting you agitated. If I had my way, I would’ve kept her a secret until she was out of town. You don’t need to deal with this shit if you don’t have to.”
