Page 18 of The Biker's Second Chance
Quickly, I go back into the room and find the one-cup Keurig machine. Thankfully, all of the K-pods look to be fresh and not used. I make myself and him a cup of coffee. It’s not the best coffee I’ve ever made, but it’ll get the job done. By the time I come back out front to bring him the coffee, I can see just how tired he is.
This may be the only time that I’ll be able to talk to him and he’ll have his guard down. I shouldn’t really be worried about it, but I’m curious.
“So how are things at the club? It’s been a while since I’ve been there for longer than five seconds.”
“Pretty good. I can’t really complain. We had some issues recently, but nothing we couldn’t handle.” Zero answers openly.
“That’s good. So your prospect ride should be almost over by now, no?”
“Yeah, a few more months, and if everything goes how it’s supposed to, I’ll be a fully patched member.”
“I bet you’re excited about that.” I pat his arm lightly and he gives me a wide smile.
“Hell yeah, finally off shit duty.” He jokes, but then his face falls when he realizes shit duty also includes being my guard for the night. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he says quickly.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure this wasn’t supposed to be your job in the first place.”
He grunts and takes a sip of his coffee.
“Spike. How is he doing? Really.”
“This is probably the angriest I’ve ever seen him.” Zero shakes his head before taking another sip of the hot liquid.
“He’ll be okay. I mean, he’s not going over the edge, is he?” I wonder out loud. Could my presence be more than he can take? I don’t want him to lose all he’s worked for because I’m here.
“I don’t know. That’s something you’re going to have to talk to Spike about.” Zero’s shoulders start to hunch back up. I’m pushing too far, and I know it, but I just need to know.
“But what do you think? Is he going to be okay?”
“Like I said, talk to him. I can’t say.” He looks away from me, back toward the front of the motel. “Actually, maybe you should get back in the room. I don’t think you’re supposed to be outside at all.”
And just like that, the conversation ends. I’m not going to get any more out of Zero today.
“You’re right. Well, let me know if you need anything.” I give him another soft smile, but this time he doesn’t even acknowledge it.
With a sigh, I turn on my heel and make my way back to the room. I hate that I’m the cause of so much strife. This wasn’t what I planned on in the first place.
I don’t know what Spike’s plan is, but I know I’m going to go out of my mind with boredom soon if I don’t find something to do. My eyes drift over the small TV that is set up on the one dresser. I don’t really want to watch TV, but there’s nothing else for me to do.
Just as I’m searching for the remote control, I hear a faint buzz coming from somewhere in the room.
It’s my phone. I look over to the small nightstand where I’m sure I put it last night, but it’s not there.
As the buzzing continues, I search for my phone. I breathe a sigh of relief when I find it right on the side of the nightstand. I must have knocked it over in my restless sleep. I look at the screen of the phone and see a number I don’t recognize.
This could be Xavier.
Fear rockets through my body for a second as I contemplate whether or not I’m going to answer.
Fuck this. I’m not going to let this man determine how I live my life.
I quickly slide the icon on my phone to answer and put it to my ear.
“Hello? Jayne?”
A woman’s voice speaks.
“Yes? Who is this?”
