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“You can say that again.” I groan and run my fingers through my hair. “Nisa, I swear I didn’t mean to cause all this mess.”
“I know. I never thought you did.” She pats my thigh, and that is the opening I need. At least I know not everyone in here hates me. I grab hold of her hand and look into her eyes.
“I didn’t come back here to hurt him. I didn’t even want him to know. I just didn’t know where else to turn.”
“Jayne, even if he found out after the fact, Spike would’ve still been hurt. You did what you had to do in order to survive and to help those girls. No one is going to fault you for that.” She squeezes my hand gently.
“Are you sure? Because from the way they were all looking at me out there, it sure seems like they all hate me.”
She flips her hair. “Girl, they’re only acting like that because Spike is acting like that. They are one big clique. Once you get Spike to ease up, so will they. It’s temporary. You just have to stay strong. They all still have love for you.”
That is the real question though. Will I ever get Spike to ease up on me?
“You think I can? I mean with Spike. I’ve never seen him so mad. When I left, I thought he’d just get over it. Over me.”
“That man loves you. There’s no getting over that. I don’t know how long it will take, but give him time. He’ll come around.” Nisa pats my hand before she gets up and starts to walk to the door. Before she gets there, she turns, catching me off guard. “Listen, Jayne. I know what you’re doing. At least some of it, from what Leo has shared with me. I think you’re doing the right thing. The guys may not see it yet, but what you’re doing is very brave. Don’t give up on this fight. Don’t give up on them.”
Her words of encouragement hit their mark. I nod once as she walks out of the room.
If I had doubts before that I was doing the wrong thing, I don’t now.
Helping those girls is exactly what I should be doing.
In fact, going up against a gang and a crazed pseudo-pimp seems much easier than what I know I have to do first.
Get Spike to let me back into his life.
CHAPTER 13
OPENING THE DOOR
SPIKE
Sometimes I hate how good the club is at getting information on our enemies.
I sit at my desk in my room just staring at the screen on my laptop. Files upon files of information are waiting for me to go through courtesy of Rumble and Virus.
My stomach turns as I read up on one woman. There’s an image of her. She’s smiling and sitting on the lap of an older man.
Even though she’s smiling in the picture, I can see in her eyes that she doesn’t want to be there.
She looks as if she was once very pretty, but now there are two scars going down her face. One from the corner of her mouth to her ear, and the other on the opposite side going from the bottom of her eye to the tip of her nose. The scars pull her facial features down, making them look distorted. The forced smile doesn’t help either.
The man sitting down has his arms around her, but I don’t miss how tightly he’s holding her. Even in the picture, I can see it.
According to the note Rumble attached to the image, this is one of the many successful placements Xavier has facilitated.
This woman is probably living a horrific life. Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about it now.
I shove my seat away from the desk.
There’s nothing I can do about any of it. All of this seems too fucking big. Too much pressure.
Why the hell should I be concerned about what some other group is doing? It’s not affecting me.
Or at least it wasn’t until Jayne got involved.
Jayne.
