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them against you entirely. I grew up without a two-parent supportive household, babe. I know how important having your parents there for you can be.”
“You said you were ready to face the hardship.”
He pushed back from his desk, the model engine he had been working on forgotten as he paced the spacious home office with one hand in his pocket. His bare feet coasted over the plush beige carpet, and he walked around a squat leather ottoman to sit on the couch. He lounged back against the thick cushion.
When he had gotten the late evening call from Afia, he had been anticipating hearing her voice because the last time they had spoken she had been a little distressed about going home since Rayan knew they were dating again. He had hoped she would call back with good news. Finding out her malicious older brother was tormenting her put him on edge. Sam was much more used to fighting his own battles versus standing behind and waiting for someone else to speak for him. He could understand Afia feeling like she knew her family better and how to respond to their reactions, but it was crippling to feel so out of touch with what was going on, especially when the key to his happiness depended on things going well.
“I want to be with you, Afia. I will put myself on the frontline. I’ll go through the obstacles, but that’s not what you’re asking me to do. You want me to sit back and let you handle this, and frankly I feel like my hands are tied. Just tell me what you want me to do.”
Her voice softened and sounded vulnerable. “Whatever happens…just be there for me.”
He glanced out the glass doors that looked over the backyard, where his Victory Cross Roads was parked. “I’ll be there for you. You know that. Do you want me to come get you tonight? I’m free. The gang took a ride without me.” The Devil’s Sons had gone out to an illegal race, but Sam had held back, citing work that needed to be finished. The truth was he was waiting to hear from Afia.
He pushed down his regret at making the team stand alone because he knew, with or without him, they were fine out there. He wondered how much money they were winning. Tokyo was probably being a showoff. He had a new bike some fool girl had gotten him for his twenty-third birthday. Sam looked at the kid like a little brother, and he should’ve been there making sure he didn’t break his neck. Again, Sam sighed and dragged his attention back to the conversation at hand.
“I think it’s best if you don’t come over tonight. I told my parents I had to get home to work on something for class. It was a lie, but if Rayan decides to pass by the apartment complex, I don’t want him seeing your bike parked out front.”
Sam nodded. “I guess that’s for the best.”
They drifted into a conversation about the project he was working on and about the gang, but Sam wasn’t in much of a mood to talk. He had a lot on his mind, namely what he should do about his relationship with Afia. If things didn’t lighten up between her and her brother soon, he felt he would have to make the decision to let her go. As much as it would hurt him, he couldn’t stand by and watch her family turn away from her on his account.
There was always the motorcycle club for him to call kin. Who would Afia have without her mom and dad?
***
They sat in a park on a sunny Wednesday afternoon, finally alone after weeks of taking things slowly, and Afia suddenly couldn’t figure out why she had insisted on the separation in the first place. The sun overhead was bright and white hot over the verdant greenery of the garden-like landscape. The stone bench where Afia and Sam were sharing a soft-spoken conversation was across from a still, deep pond, and long-necked swans swam sedately by as they talked.
A winding path curved past them with joggers and dog walkers going about their normal evening routine. Sam slipped a grape into Afia’s
“You said you were ready to face the hardship.”
He pushed back from his desk, the model engine he had been working on forgotten as he paced the spacious home office with one hand in his pocket. His bare feet coasted over the plush beige carpet, and he walked around a squat leather ottoman to sit on the couch. He lounged back against the thick cushion.
When he had gotten the late evening call from Afia, he had been anticipating hearing her voice because the last time they had spoken she had been a little distressed about going home since Rayan knew they were dating again. He had hoped she would call back with good news. Finding out her malicious older brother was tormenting her put him on edge. Sam was much more used to fighting his own battles versus standing behind and waiting for someone else to speak for him. He could understand Afia feeling like she knew her family better and how to respond to their reactions, but it was crippling to feel so out of touch with what was going on, especially when the key to his happiness depended on things going well.
“I want to be with you, Afia. I will put myself on the frontline. I’ll go through the obstacles, but that’s not what you’re asking me to do. You want me to sit back and let you handle this, and frankly I feel like my hands are tied. Just tell me what you want me to do.”
Her voice softened and sounded vulnerable. “Whatever happens…just be there for me.”
He glanced out the glass doors that looked over the backyard, where his Victory Cross Roads was parked. “I’ll be there for you. You know that. Do you want me to come get you tonight? I’m free. The gang took a ride without me.” The Devil’s Sons had gone out to an illegal race, but Sam had held back, citing work that needed to be finished. The truth was he was waiting to hear from Afia.
He pushed down his regret at making the team stand alone because he knew, with or without him, they were fine out there. He wondered how much money they were winning. Tokyo was probably being a showoff. He had a new bike some fool girl had gotten him for his twenty-third birthday. Sam looked at the kid like a little brother, and he should’ve been there making sure he didn’t break his neck. Again, Sam sighed and dragged his attention back to the conversation at hand.
“I think it’s best if you don’t come over tonight. I told my parents I had to get home to work on something for class. It was a lie, but if Rayan decides to pass by the apartment complex, I don’t want him seeing your bike parked out front.”
Sam nodded. “I guess that’s for the best.”
They drifted into a conversation about the project he was working on and about the gang, but Sam wasn’t in much of a mood to talk. He had a lot on his mind, namely what he should do about his relationship with Afia. If things didn’t lighten up between her and her brother soon, he felt he would have to make the decision to let her go. As much as it would hurt him, he couldn’t stand by and watch her family turn away from her on his account.
There was always the motorcycle club for him to call kin. Who would Afia have without her mom and dad?
***
They sat in a park on a sunny Wednesday afternoon, finally alone after weeks of taking things slowly, and Afia suddenly couldn’t figure out why she had insisted on the separation in the first place. The sun overhead was bright and white hot over the verdant greenery of the garden-like landscape. The stone bench where Afia and Sam were sharing a soft-spoken conversation was across from a still, deep pond, and long-necked swans swam sedately by as they talked.
A winding path curved past them with joggers and dog walkers going about their normal evening routine. Sam slipped a grape into Afia’s
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