Regg?” Luke asked, clearly confused. I
nodded my head at him and his face seemed to somewhat soften.
“Yeah, babe, Regg is good.” He lifted my hand to his mouth and
kissed my palm, then sat it back on the table and continued eating.
This was a nice way of saying he didn’t want to talk about it.
Tough shit.
“What happened that night?” Luke halted his
sandwich in mid-air and gave a big sigh.
“You left upset and I didn’t want you doing
anything stupid, so I had War and PROSPECT follow you. They let me
know you were at Our Place Bar and waited in the parking lot beside
it. War called me about ten minutes later, told me you were
swerving all over the road. I told him to make sure you made it
home then head back to the club house. PROSPECT’s orders were to
watch your house. He tried to lure them away, but they caught up to
him and ran him off the road. I’m not sure why they didn’t finish
him off.”
I felt the blood drain from my face when he
said this. Finish him off? My mind drifted back to PROSPECT Marty
lying in a hospital bed. He was so close to death, yet he took it
as an honor that the club thought enough of him to watch over
me.
“What happened to War?” I asked. Luke’s brows
were drawn together and he looked like he was in deep thought. For
a man that was always in control, I knew it was frustrating that he
didn’t have all the answers. He trained his eyes on me and I could
tell he was fighting emotion; I just wasn’t sure which one it
was.
“He never made it back.”
I decided two things in that instant. One-I
would drop the subject, for now. Two-I would do everything in my
power to help Luke figure this shit out.
“Let’s go. We have a lot more talking to do
and I would prefer to not do it in a public place.” Luke’s face
looked serious, but I could tell by the way his eyes shown and his
voice changed that he had a lot more in mind than talking. The
thought excited me so much that I fumbled around for my purse and
managed to knock my cup, full of soda, over in the process, which
bought me a laugh from Luke. It was well worth it.
Luke drove us back to my place. Holding my
hand once again and tuning the radio to our favorite classic
country station. I’m not sure if in that moment it was divine
intervention or a turn of luck, but Alan Jackson was singing his
rendition of “Blues Man.” The lyrics poured out of the speakers as
I looked at Luke and all of his magnificence and thought how
perfectly that song matched my feelings for him. I loved him, I
needed him, and he had nothing to prove to me. The thought of being
with a bad ass biker was thrilling at first, but now, I knew I
would love Luke even if he was a librarian. How had I gotten so
lucky?
“You are my blue’s man,” I said, drinking in
the sight of him in nothing but a plain white t-shirt and jeans,
sitting in my car as if he belonged here and nowhere else. He
turned his head to look at me and smiled. I didn’t even have to
elaborate-he got it. He pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed each
of my fingers.
“Do you know that I love you, babe?” he
asked, against my hand.
“I do, Luke. I’m just confused.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
I wasn’t even sure I wanted to know all the
details anymore. It was confusing enough as it was. If my brain
consumed anymore new information, I was afraid it might explode.
Red had told me so much already.
“I didn’t want to take the job,” Luke said
out of nowhere. I turned in my seat to look at him, but he wouldn’t
meet my eyes. I knew he was talking about me. “I had just become
the Sergeant at Arms of the club and this was my first big job. My
Pops was still acting as President, but from an undisclosed
location. Most people thought I was taking over the club, but I was
just training. This was my opportunity to prove myself. Everyone
knew my plan was to take the club in a new direction. My Pops was
not very happy about my intentions, but he said if I was smart
enough
nodded my head at him and his face seemed to somewhat soften.
“Yeah, babe, Regg is good.” He lifted my hand to his mouth and
kissed my palm, then sat it back on the table and continued eating.
This was a nice way of saying he didn’t want to talk about it.
Tough shit.
“What happened that night?” Luke halted his
sandwich in mid-air and gave a big sigh.
“You left upset and I didn’t want you doing
anything stupid, so I had War and PROSPECT follow you. They let me
know you were at Our Place Bar and waited in the parking lot beside
it. War called me about ten minutes later, told me you were
swerving all over the road. I told him to make sure you made it
home then head back to the club house. PROSPECT’s orders were to
watch your house. He tried to lure them away, but they caught up to
him and ran him off the road. I’m not sure why they didn’t finish
him off.”
I felt the blood drain from my face when he
said this. Finish him off? My mind drifted back to PROSPECT Marty
lying in a hospital bed. He was so close to death, yet he took it
as an honor that the club thought enough of him to watch over
me.
“What happened to War?” I asked. Luke’s brows
were drawn together and he looked like he was in deep thought. For
a man that was always in control, I knew it was frustrating that he
didn’t have all the answers. He trained his eyes on me and I could
tell he was fighting emotion; I just wasn’t sure which one it
was.
“He never made it back.”
I decided two things in that instant. One-I
would drop the subject, for now. Two-I would do everything in my
power to help Luke figure this shit out.
“Let’s go. We have a lot more talking to do
and I would prefer to not do it in a public place.” Luke’s face
looked serious, but I could tell by the way his eyes shown and his
voice changed that he had a lot more in mind than talking. The
thought excited me so much that I fumbled around for my purse and
managed to knock my cup, full of soda, over in the process, which
bought me a laugh from Luke. It was well worth it.
Luke drove us back to my place. Holding my
hand once again and tuning the radio to our favorite classic
country station. I’m not sure if in that moment it was divine
intervention or a turn of luck, but Alan Jackson was singing his
rendition of “Blues Man.” The lyrics poured out of the speakers as
I looked at Luke and all of his magnificence and thought how
perfectly that song matched my feelings for him. I loved him, I
needed him, and he had nothing to prove to me. The thought of being
with a bad ass biker was thrilling at first, but now, I knew I
would love Luke even if he was a librarian. How had I gotten so
lucky?
“You are my blue’s man,” I said, drinking in
the sight of him in nothing but a plain white t-shirt and jeans,
sitting in my car as if he belonged here and nowhere else. He
turned his head to look at me and smiled. I didn’t even have to
elaborate-he got it. He pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed each
of my fingers.
“Do you know that I love you, babe?” he
asked, against my hand.
“I do, Luke. I’m just confused.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
I wasn’t even sure I wanted to know all the
details anymore. It was confusing enough as it was. If my brain
consumed anymore new information, I was afraid it might explode.
Red had told me so much already.
“I didn’t want to take the job,” Luke said
out of nowhere. I turned in my seat to look at him, but he wouldn’t
meet my eyes. I knew he was talking about me. “I had just become
the Sergeant at Arms of the club and this was my first big job. My
Pops was still acting as President, but from an undisclosed
location. Most people thought I was taking over the club, but I was
just training. This was my opportunity to prove myself. Everyone
knew my plan was to take the club in a new direction. My Pops was
not very happy about my intentions, but he said if I was smart
enough
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