Page 5 of Anarchy
She nods, but I can tell there is definitely more to this story.
I can hear the sound of bikes approaching.
Opening the gate most of them pull up to the club and park but I flag down Whip. He stops, and his eyes immediately go to our visitor.
"You not understand what lockdown means prospect?" He's pissed, and I totally get it.
“No, I do. Thing is I thought if I turned her away you’d be more pissed at me.” He raises his eyebrow at me asking for more clarification. “She’s Lucy’s niece.”
Whip's eyes go wide, and he climbs off his bike. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Shit, I think this was the wrong move.
He walks over to Emma. “Explain what he just said to me.”
She looks over at me almost looking for help. I just nod telling her to answer his question. "I'm Emma Evans, I was looking for my aunt, Lucy."
Whip looks as if someone just slapped him across the face. “You need to leave. Now.” He starts to walk away.
“No, please! You don’t understand. I need to see my aunt. I need help. You can’t just send me away. They’ll find me.” Her voice is laced with fear and desperation.
“What are you talking about?” I ask not really understanding why I care so much, but I do. Whip looks over at me, basically telling me to shut the fuck up.
“I need help. I ran away.” A few tears fall as she looks at the two of us.
“You say Lucy is your aunt. Who is your mother?” Whip takes a step toward her.
“I don’t really remember my mother. She died when I was a baby. Her name was Amy.” Emma looks away.
Whip freezes next to me. “You have no idea what the fuck you’ve done.”
