thought, trying to help me
put the pieces together, but all he’s doing is giving me useless information.
Why would Skylar be screwing around with Prowler’s niece and Skylar not have his ass
kicked? What if Prowler agrees and is helping them be together? I really hate this
bullshit bond of brotherhood.
“Unless she’s just another patch whore looking for her next biker, in this case, her
uncle’s sergeant. You know how those bitches are.”
“But Madyson was never like that. Prowler always kept a tight rein on her. One of
his prospects tried to take her to Prom and Prowler had a fit. Since Skylar already
had a date, I got elected to escort Maddie. That was only because Prowler knew and
trusted me. Has to be someone else.”
“Yeah.Whatever. I’ll find out. And when I do, all the sluts better watch their asses.” Oh yeah,
the booze is doing all the talking tonight.
Another fifteen minutes of pointless conversation—Danny trying to take my mind off
Skylar getting his fill of club ass—Danny’s phone starts chirping.
“Who’s that?” I question, like I have some kind of rights to his caller ID.
Without pause, he answers my demand, “Skylar.”
Panic sets in and I sober up quicker than I ever have before. How can I bitch about
him being with some girl, when I got upset and fled to my ex’s house? Shit , this is going to blow up. Suddenly feeling stupid and hypocritical, I don’t know what to
do.
“Don’t answer,” I beg, the only thing I can think of.
“No, Mira. Your phone hasn’t gone off at all tonight. Where is it?” Danny glances
around for my cell, which of course, is nowhere in sight since it’s locked safely
in my center console.
“Turned off.In the car.”I blush, embarrassed at my childish actions. I really thought that in the last year I really grew as a person. I guess I was
wrong. I’m just as immature as I was before.
“Hello,” he immediately answers before it goes to voicemail, putting it on speaker
and sitting the phone in the middle of the coffee table.
“D. I can’t find Mira. Kylee and her mom haven’t heard from her. We got in a fight and
now she’s gone,” the distraught tone of his voice rings loudly in my ears, and in
my soul. “I just knew she’d be with one of them. I don’t know what to do. Oh, shit
Danny, I fucked up bad.”
Feeling all kinds of guilty, I own my choice and speak up, not wanting Danny to do
my talking for me. “I’m here.”
“Mi? Is that you?” he chokes out, relief evident in his words. I scoot closer to the
table, palm the phone and look at the picture of Sky that shows up on Danny’s caller
ID. I should have had this talk with Skylar before I ran to Danny. Finally deciding
to give Skylar the respect he deserves in this situation, I turn off the speaker and
put the phone to my ear.
“Yeah, it’s me.” I try to stay distant, yet collected. He’s hurt me, there’s no
denying that, but I didn’t need to try to hurt him back. I just wish we could go
back to when everything was perfect.
“Why are you there? Are you leaving me? Did I fuck up that bad?” His questions
break my heart. I love him so much and to think I caused him this kind of pain is
detrimental to my sanity. I don’t think I could ever leave him. Not even over Maddie.
I only wish he felt the same about hurting me.
“Are you home?” I ask, not wanting to do this on the phone or in front of Danny.
“Yeah. When I didn’t see your car, I panicked. Are you okay? You’re coming back, right?”
Knife to the gut, I’m not sure how long I can keep my tears at bay.
“I’m leaving here in a few. I’ll ask Danny to drive me. I’ll be there soon, okay?”
“Why does he need to give you a ride? Are you drunk?” Skylar questions, a little
more edge to his tone.
“I had a few drinks, but I’m not drunk. Better safe than sorry, though. Don’t worry.”
“Alright.Soon.” Skylar’s end of the
put the pieces together, but all he’s doing is giving me useless information.
Why would Skylar be screwing around with Prowler’s niece and Skylar not have his ass
kicked? What if Prowler agrees and is helping them be together? I really hate this
bullshit bond of brotherhood.
“Unless she’s just another patch whore looking for her next biker, in this case, her
uncle’s sergeant. You know how those bitches are.”
“But Madyson was never like that. Prowler always kept a tight rein on her. One of
his prospects tried to take her to Prom and Prowler had a fit. Since Skylar already
had a date, I got elected to escort Maddie. That was only because Prowler knew and
trusted me. Has to be someone else.”
“Yeah.Whatever. I’ll find out. And when I do, all the sluts better watch their asses.” Oh yeah,
the booze is doing all the talking tonight.
Another fifteen minutes of pointless conversation—Danny trying to take my mind off
Skylar getting his fill of club ass—Danny’s phone starts chirping.
“Who’s that?” I question, like I have some kind of rights to his caller ID.
Without pause, he answers my demand, “Skylar.”
Panic sets in and I sober up quicker than I ever have before. How can I bitch about
him being with some girl, when I got upset and fled to my ex’s house? Shit , this is going to blow up. Suddenly feeling stupid and hypocritical, I don’t know what to
do.
“Don’t answer,” I beg, the only thing I can think of.
“No, Mira. Your phone hasn’t gone off at all tonight. Where is it?” Danny glances
around for my cell, which of course, is nowhere in sight since it’s locked safely
in my center console.
“Turned off.In the car.”I blush, embarrassed at my childish actions. I really thought that in the last year I really grew as a person. I guess I was
wrong. I’m just as immature as I was before.
“Hello,” he immediately answers before it goes to voicemail, putting it on speaker
and sitting the phone in the middle of the coffee table.
“D. I can’t find Mira. Kylee and her mom haven’t heard from her. We got in a fight and
now she’s gone,” the distraught tone of his voice rings loudly in my ears, and in
my soul. “I just knew she’d be with one of them. I don’t know what to do. Oh, shit
Danny, I fucked up bad.”
Feeling all kinds of guilty, I own my choice and speak up, not wanting Danny to do
my talking for me. “I’m here.”
“Mi? Is that you?” he chokes out, relief evident in his words. I scoot closer to the
table, palm the phone and look at the picture of Sky that shows up on Danny’s caller
ID. I should have had this talk with Skylar before I ran to Danny. Finally deciding
to give Skylar the respect he deserves in this situation, I turn off the speaker and
put the phone to my ear.
“Yeah, it’s me.” I try to stay distant, yet collected. He’s hurt me, there’s no
denying that, but I didn’t need to try to hurt him back. I just wish we could go
back to when everything was perfect.
“Why are you there? Are you leaving me? Did I fuck up that bad?” His questions
break my heart. I love him so much and to think I caused him this kind of pain is
detrimental to my sanity. I don’t think I could ever leave him. Not even over Maddie.
I only wish he felt the same about hurting me.
“Are you home?” I ask, not wanting to do this on the phone or in front of Danny.
“Yeah. When I didn’t see your car, I panicked. Are you okay? You’re coming back, right?”
Knife to the gut, I’m not sure how long I can keep my tears at bay.
“I’m leaving here in a few. I’ll ask Danny to drive me. I’ll be there soon, okay?”
“Why does he need to give you a ride? Are you drunk?” Skylar questions, a little
more edge to his tone.
“I had a few drinks, but I’m not drunk. Better safe than sorry, though. Don’t worry.”
“Alright.Soon.” Skylar’s end of the
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