Page 79 of Nightmare

What?

My gosh, I need to know.

“He is goin’ to bring us down,” Theo mutters. “He is goin’ to get someone killed.”

“Not your fuckin’ concern,” Colt grinds out, his voice becoming more and more irritated. “Now you better back the fuck down before I put you down.”

“If you think I’m goin’ to sit back and take orders from him just because he’s your son, then you’re wrong.”

Chaos unfolds, and the sounds of grunting and fists flying can be heard. My eyes widen as I press myself closer to the door, not game to go down and see what’s happening. The fighting becomes more intense, and male growls and curses flow up the stairs. They’re fighting, and I have a feeling it won’t end well.

“Enough.”

Western’s sudden roar is so loud even I flinch and take a step back.

“You have a choice,” he goes on, his voice cold as ice, “you walk out that fuckin’ door and hand over your patch, losin’ everything you fuckin’ own, or you step the fuck down and follow my lead. What’s it goin’ to be?”

“Fuck you, Night,” Theo growls. “I’ll never fuckin’ follow your lead.”

“Then you will leave,” Western snarls, his tone so terrifying, I rub my arms as if that’ll bring some sort of comfort. “Mex, deal with him. You know how.”

Then, it falls silent.

I step back into my room, closing the door, my heart racing. What the hell happens now? Will they just take his patch? Or will they kill him? I don’t know how it all works, but I have a feeling it isn’t as easy as walking away and going on with your life as if you were never part of the club. That just doesn’t seem to be how they would work.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I go to pick up my phone when I rings, Leo’s name flashing across the screen.

I have a feeling he knows I’m not sick, and he’s probably wondering where I am. I hate that I must lie to him, but I don’t want him getting involved. He could get hurt, or worse, and I would never forgive myself. No, he can’t know what is going on. I have to make up a story, or he isn’t going to stop until he finds me.

“Hey,” I say, answering the phone, keeping my voice calm.

“Where are you, Bon? Don’t lie to me, I know you’re not at home. I’ve been there twice. What’s going on?”

I exhale. “I’m visiting my mom.”

I’m quite close to my mom, even though she doesn’t live close by. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch for me to go and visit her.

“Really?” Leo mutters. “You just left to visit her and told me you were sick. That doesn’t make any sense and I know you’re lying to me.”

“I was sick,” I insist. “Then mom rang, she was having some troubles with her new boyfriend, so I decided to come and cheer her up. It was a last-minute decision; I was going to call you.”

“I can call her, you know, and find out.”

“Leo,” I say, my voice laced with warning, “please don’t start this.”

“I know you’re not telling me something. I can feel it. I don’t know what it is you’re keeping from me, but it must be bad if you’re willing to lie so easily.”

“Everything is fine, I promise.”

He exhales. “Just tell me this, are you in danger?”

“Not right now, no.”

That’s the truth, I think. Right now, I’m not in danger. At least, while I’m in this club I’m not. After that, I can’t be certain.

“Okay. Just call me every day, please?”

“I will, I love you.”

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