Page 5 of The Biker's Second Chance
My club should be the ones I can turn to, but knowing that Jayne has already talked to Leo and maybe some of my other brothers makes me think not even they can help me right now.
Tossing my head back, I roar loud into the night sky.
I hate everything about this.
Hate the fact that she's back. Hate the fact that she's already infiltrated my space. Hate the fact that instead of absolute rage when I saw her, one of my first thoughts was how good she looked.
Jayne has always been able to reach me in ways no other woman or sweetbutt ever could. When she walked out of my life, I thought all of that was over. I guess not.
After just sitting on the side of the road for a few minutes, I'm ready to get back to the clubhouse. I don't know what the hell Leo was thinking, going behind my back and hiding Jayne, but I want answers.
Just as I'm about to pull my bike back onto the road, my phone rings in my pocket. Immediately I fish it out, thinking it's one of my patch brothers, but my heart drops to my damn ass the second I see Jayne's number on the screen. I'd long ago deleted her name from my contact list, but I'll remember that number until I die.
I should ignore it. Slide my finger over that red indicator. But for some unknown reason, my finger hovers over the green icon.
"Fuck it." I grumble and answer the phone. "What?"
"Spike, I need you..." Jayne starts, and I can hear the slight panicked edge to her words, but I don't let her continue.
"I don't care what you need, Jayne. What part of leave me the fuck alone did you not understand? Don't call me, don't come to my club. Just stay the fuck out of my life."
She sighs and her breath hiccups.
Is she crying?
"Spike, please. I know you don't want me here. That is more than clear, and I wouldn't be here if I had any other choice. Please just come."
Everything inside of me is telling me that I need to hang up the phone and let her deal with her own problems. Jayne has nothing to do with me. Still, no matter how hard I try, I can't get myself to hang up on her.
"Why."
"I need your help. I tried to go to Leo so I wouldn't bother you, but that won't work. I need you." Her voice is barely more than a whisper.
It's been a long time since I've heard Jayne in this condition, and as much as I want to pretend like she means nothing to me, at one point this woman was my world. Just hearing her break down like this is all but forcing me to do the exact opposite of what I want to be doing. Leaving her the fuck alone.
"Where are you?" I grunt and feel sick to my stomach. I'm going to her.
"I'm at Eva's Motel. Please hurry." It's the last thing she says to me before she hangs up the phone.
The motel isn't far from me. I can get there in a few minutes. I turn my bike around on the road and peel out. I don't need to rush, but the longer I keep her waiting, the more uncertain I feel.
I don't know what I'm going to rush into when I get there, but whatever it is, I want to end it so Jayne has no reason to stay. I'm just going to her to tell her to get the hell out of my life. The sooner it's all over, the sooner I can breathe easy again.
It feels like she's torturing me. Sure, our relationship had its ups and downs just like every other relationship, but I've done nothing for her to be doing this. I don't know what I have to say to make her leave. All I can do is pray that by the end of tonight, she'll be on her way far away from me.
Less than five minutes later, I pull up in front of the motel. I don't have to search for Jayne because Eva is pacing out front. I park my bike and hop off.
"You know, when I agreed to let her stay here, I didn't think it would be this much trouble," Eva starts in on me before I can even make it all the way to her.
"Well, maybe you should be more selective about the trash you let stay at your place," I bite back, and Eva squints her eyes at me.
"I was doing a favor for the club. Are you saying I should stop?" She tilts her head to the side, and I huff as I walk by her. Of course that's not what I mean. Eva has been a good friend to the club over the years. I wouldn't want to take out my anger on her.
"What the hell is the problem?" I grumble as I get closer to the door she's obviously standing guard in front of.
"I don't know. She won't tell me, but I know one thing for sure, you all are going to have to come out your pockets to pay for all this damage. It'll take me weeks to get this room ready again."
I groan once again. I don't want to have to try to figure anything out. I just want someone to tell me the problem, give a quick fix, and send my ex on her way.
