Page 75 of Wild Side
Since his law firm burned down, Ivy and his partner rented an old three-bedroom house that is tucked away in the hills, at the end of a dead-end dirt road. It was cheap and available. Now it seems like a well-secluded spot to deal with whoever this fuck is.
I can’t even imagine who I know who would want to see me. Ending the call, I look over at Piggy, who seems to be as confused as I am.
“You know who that could be?”
“Got no goddamn clue. I was hoping all this shit was done.”
“This shit?” Piggy asks.
My lips twitch into a smirk. “Whatever this shit is coming my way. I thought we were due for a break. This business is done, along with all the stuff that went into it. The betrayal that came our way like a goddamn freight train. We’re transitioning our business, so I thought we were going to have a little break where we could enjoy some peace.”
Piggy’s eyes widen, then he clears his throat. “Well, let’s figure it out together. I got your back.”
Since he’s not working today, he’s not in uniform. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. It might be nice to have a little intimidation in my back pocket. Since the uniform isn’t going tohappen today, I guess we’ll just have to be intimidating in our cuts.
A new notification buzzes in my hand, and I look down to see that it’s an incoming text from Lightning.
LIGHTNING: HE’S HEADED THAT WAY. BLACK SEDAN.
Black sedan. Okay, like every other fucking car in the world. Rolling my eyes to the sky, I look at Piggy, who is straddling his bike already, ready to go. I do the same, jerking my chin toward him, but before I start the engine, I let him know that we’re looking for a black sedan.
He rolls his eyes, too, no doubt thinking the same thoughts I just had about black sedans being every other fucking car on the road. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. We start our engines and roll away from the burned building and head straight for the law office.
Whoever is on their way, we’ll be there first since we’re closer, and I will be ready. More than ready. I don’t know what’s heading my way, but what I do know is that whatever it is, I’m going to handle it right fucking now.
I’m going to protect my peace, the club’s, and Zadie’s peace, too. Whoever this is, I have a feeling he’s not here to join hands and sing songs. Which is reason number one why he’s coming to the law firm and I didn’t just let him walk into the clubhouse, where my woman is safely asleep in my room.
ZADIE
Waking up alone seems to be the way things go here, and after girls’ night out last night, I realize I’m not the only one whoopens her eyes to an empty bed most mornings.
Stretching, I roll onto my side and let out a heavy sigh. I’m sore. My muscles and body are achy in the best of ways. I am also happy. Peacefully happy. I cannot believe this is my life.
Last night was one of the best nights of my life, not just because the sex was amazing, but because I was able to get to know some of the women who are part of this life. Nothing was a secret. Nothing was hidden.
They were open and welcoming.
I don’t think I ever knew a single old lady in my father’s club. Everything was a secret, and everyone was a secret, too. Whether it was because of me and who I am or because my father demanded it, I’m not sure. But the only person who was part of my life was someone who wasn’t really my friend.
It feels different here. I’m glad I decided to stay, not just to be with Chase, but for myself, too. For this and what it could be. I am so excited for the future, something I don’t think I’ve ever felt before—excitement.
It’s a foreign sensation.
Sliding out of bed, I gather my things and take a shower. I’m still not excited about having to be here at the clubhouse. It’s not my favorite place, but I’m growing used to it at least. I don’t take a long shower. It’s still not the cleanest place to bathe, but beggars can’t be choosers right now.
Once I’m clean, I pull on some leggings and one of my oversized shirts, thankful for the room. I’m so glad to have all my luggage back now. I’m also wondering when I’m going to need to go shopping for new clothes, because every day, it seems as if I’m running out of room.
Walking into the bedroom, I put my dirty clothes and toiletries in my bag, then wrap my fingers around my phone and head down to the kitchen for some food. I know there isn’t much left from when Chase and I went grocery shopping, but Ialso know there should be something to nibble on until he comes back from wherever he’s gone.
I’m not surprised to find the clubhouse virtually empty. It seems to stay that way until around dinnertime, when people start coming in from wherever they spend their days and then begin drinking for the evening.
Moving into the kitchen, I hurry over to the fridge and tug the door open, my gaze moving over the contents. I smile at the sight of a yogurt and just enough fruit to make a decent breakfast.
Grabbing my items, I move to the counter and begin cutting up my fruit when my phone buzzes in my pocket with an incoming text or something.
Nobody ever texts me or calls me, but last night, I added everyone to my phone. I have four new contacts, and there is something exhilarating about that. Chase also added Goose to my contacts when he put his own information in.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my device and look down at the screen. It’s an incoming text from Dakota. Opening the message app, I tilt my head to the side as I read the message.
