Page 19 of Anarchy
Chapter Nine
Emma
I follow Mikey down the hallway and into a room with a large table. Pres is sitting there, and so is Whip, both of them look like this is not going to be a fun conversation.
Pres looks at me as we walk into the room. “Morning, I won’t waste time, because I really don’t have it. We need you to tell us how to get to the community.”
My eyes widen as I look at him. “I-I don’t know how.”
“How is that even possible?” Whip asks as he looks over at me.
I sit down, and Mikey's presence behind me gives me a little bit of comfort. I rarely left, and even when I did, I wasn't really paying attention. Making my way here I just headed south and asked for directions every once and a while. By the time I got here, I had been traveling for three days. I stuck mainly to the woods and walked along major roads. When I got closer, I was able to get a couple rides."
"Shit," Pres says his fist banging on the table and making me jump.
“I could try to replace my steps if one of you would want to take me, but I don’t know how accurate I could be.”
“No, it’s not safe.” Mikey sounds from behind me.
"Funny, don't remember asking you Tank," Pres says looking at him.
“I’ve heard bits of the stories from Lucy. I don’t want her anywhere near those kind of people.” I’m surprised that he is this adamant in stand-in up for me.
I wonder what he means about the stories from Lucy. We were never really told anything about her.
"I get what you're saying, but we need to find them. This shit is all on their heads. Izzy's life is on them." He stands up his chair crashing to the floor. "You take the truck and see how far she can lead you. Not saying you need to fucking go in, but we need something. Got it?"
“Yes, Sir.” Mikey’s voice is hard.
Pres and Whip both walk out.
"Let's go." Mikey walks toward the door, and I quickly follow. I almost need to jog to keep up with his steps. When we reach the truck, I climb in, and he pulls toward the gate. "I remember you came from this way after that you'll have to try and guide me."
I just nod my head. I try to tell him where to turn and remember the ways that I came, but I really wasn't paying that much attention, especially when I was given rides. We get to a certain point, and I have absolutely no idea. I turn to Mikey my eyes filled with frustrated tears. "I'm sorry. I don't know, and if I guess, that's really all it will be. We were never taught our address as kids, and we didn't really leave the community. I can't tell you something I never learned."
Mikey pulls off the road and turns to me. "I get it. I'm not pissed that you don't know and as much as it might seem like they are no one else is either. Those people caused us a lot of hell, and the hard truth of it is that Pres wants revenge."
“Can I ask what they did?”
His head shakes, "a lot of shit. Most of it is club business, and I can't tell you. A big thing was that the club was attacked a few days before you showed up, lots of shooting. Pres's sister Izzy caught one of the bullets and was killed. He isn't gonna let that go without avenging her."
“That’s terrible.” I place my hand on his leg. “Did you know her?”
"Yes, but not very well. I was only a prospect; there wasn't much interaction between the old ladies and us." He shrugs. "If you don't know how to go any farther than this I'll just turn around."
“When you said earlier about the things that happened to Lucy, what did you mean?”
He doesn’t answer for a few minutes. “I think you might need to ask her about that. I don’t know all the details, and it’s really not my story to tell.”
"Okay," his tone is off, and it makes me wonder what could have happened to her that was so bad. I've heard about wives being hit before, honestly, I grew up thinking that was the norm for most marriages. Issac and I had a conversation once, and it made me rethink things. He told me that he'd like to marry women he cared for and treat them right instead of putting his hands on them. It was the first time my eyes had really been opened to how skewed our way of thinking might have been. It was also one of the biggest reasons that I had asked to marry Issac. I didn't want to be subjected to the way those other women were treated.
Looking over at Mikey I can’t help but think of the way that he kissed me last night.
The way he talked about wanting me to be his.
It gives me hope for a future I never envisioned for myself.
