Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,102
visit for a while.”
I’d held my tongue. I’d tried. I’d tried to be there for her, to be a source of support when it was clear she had none. If she was going to let her husband dictate that she should instead sit in her house all day alone with her grief and she wasn’t about to stand up for herself, even if it’d mean that she might’ve had a grandchild emerge from it… there wasn’t much I could do about it.
***
Ella had tried to corner me before I went to Delia’s cottage, wanting the scoop on me and her cousin. I told her there was nothing to tell. She acted hurt that I wouldn’t confide in her. I refused to let her emotionally blackmail me.
Jenna and Pippa were more understanding and didn’t push for anything. My brothers said nothing about Christian to me. They acted blissfully ignorant. Had they said anything to him? I had no clue.
***
Jesse’s eyes were on me. Christian’s eyes were anywhere but me.
“So, anyway…” Jesse finally prompted, eyes bouncing to Christian.
“Anyway, he hooked the thing up wrong, so I told him how to fix it,” Christian finished and put his beer to his lips.
Jesse’s eyebrows knitted together like that was a surprise ending. Clearly whatever story Fork had been telling was wrapped up quickly with my entrance.
Nolan passed me my drink. “Here ya go, Jojo.”
“Thanks, handsome,” I said and smiled as I put my lips to the glass.
Nolan gave me a surprised grin.
Yeah, low blow of me, getting the poor guy’s hopes up, but whatever. Nolan was handsome. He was twenty-two so closer to my age, too. He also had no chance with me. I didn’t want a green biker and I certainly didn’t want a prospect. I guess I was feeling a little destructive.
Christian put his mouth to his beer bottle again and downed almost half a beer before looking at his phone.
“Gotta bounce.” He got up and headed out the door.
“Be your shadow,” Bick stated and hopped off his bar stool.
“Not this time, man. I’m cool.”
“Prez said ---”
“It’s cool,” Christian cut him off and left.
Eyes were on me. They tried to make it seem like they weren’t, but most of the eyes in the room either swept over me with curiosity or landed on me blatantly.
I put my drink down.
“Be back,” I lied, and I went to my room, grabbed my helmet, gloves, and keys, and then I booked it down the inside stairs and out the back delivery door of The Roadhouse undetected.
I saw his taillight heading left on the road ahead as it curved, so I got my gear on, started my bike and went the way he’d gone.
I drove fast until I caught up to him. And then I cut across the line and then in front of him, ensuring he saw me.
In my mirror, I saw him signal for me to pull over at the side of the road. I ignored that and sped up.
He signaled again, this time jerking his arm harder. He was pissed.
Good. Maybe I’d get some results.
He sped up. I sped up some more.
He pulled up beside me and so I sped up again.
He tailed me for nearly twenty miles from home until I finally saw a bar in the middle of practically nowhere with a mostly empty parking lot but a lit-up sign that said Open with the n half burnt out. I pulled in there, and parked at the far end of the parking lot.
He was right behind me, ripping his helmet off as he pushed down his kickstand aggressively.
“The fuck are you doing?” He looked angry. Truly angry. And there was a whole lot of emphasis on the word fuck. This was like barely contained fury as he stalked toward me, yanking his gloves off.
“Started shadowing you since, you know, you’re not supposed to ride alone, especially at night. Then decided I wanted a drink so decided you could shadow me,” I spat, dropping my helmet and gloves on my seat before heading for the door, knowing he’d follow me through the nearly empty parking lot, which only had one big Honda Goldwing, a pickup truck, and an old beater car in it.
He caught my elbow before I got two more paces.
“You can’t fuckin’ go in there.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I snapped, pulling my arm back.
He lifted me off my feet and put me over his shoulder, then stalked back to where our bikes were parked.