Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,60
then the geyser erupted.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Deacon roared.
“Not at all,” I said calmly.
Well, I tried to appear calm. My arms were folded across my chest to hide the fact that my hands were shaking. My armpits were also soaked with stress sweat.
“Like I said, I was approached. I considered it and then I made a decision, which I’m standing by.”
The angry testosterone in the room was like a triggered, fire-breathing monster.
“You considered it, did you?” Spencer clipped. “Did you really?”
The snark level coming from him made me jolt in shock.
“Because if you did,” he continued, “maybe you woulda thought about the fact that this was not only a stupid fuckin’ idea but it was reckless, Jojo. Fuckin’ reckless. Make it go away.”
I shook my head. “I signed off on a clause that I couldn’t back out. Someone backin’ out is why I got this last-minute offer. And further, I don’t wanna back out.”
Spencer’s eyes looked like they were gonna pop out of their sockets. He looked like he wanted to murder me. I don’t know why I was surprised; I’d seen him in alpha male asshole-mode many times in my life but never, not ever, aimed at me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he shouted.
“Gimme that fuckin’ number,” Deacon said, ripping the flyer from the desk.
“Already called. The flyer we got was sent out to two hundred and twenty businesses,” Dad said. “So they say that along with the fact that your sister signed a contract means they won’t be able to budge.”
“She’s a fuckin’ kid.” Deacon waved his arm.
This… yep, the crux of the problem.
“I’m not,” I defended. “I could’ve signed this contract a year ago and had it be completely legally binding.”
“Who’d you talk to, Dad?” Deacon demanded, shooting eye-fire at me, too.
“Alicia Gale, marketing manager.” Dad said.
“Well, we’re goin down there to have a word with Alicia Fucking Gale,” Spencer snapped.
“She’s seven months pregnant, Spency. Don’t you go bullying her.” I pleaded.
“Who’s coming?” Spencer asked.
“I’ll come, only to get between you ‘n her,” I stood.
“You’re not invited,” Spencer pointed at me.
Rider shook his head at me. “You’ve really fuckin’ fucked us over, Joelle. Thanks.” Rider stormed out first.
Spencer and Deacon followed.
The breeze of the door slamming made papers from Dad’s desk fall off and I jerked at the slam.
Dad stared at me, fingers to his temples.
Fucked them over? This was my life here. I blew out a breath and then squatted to pick the papers up. Okay, so they’d hear digs about it, but they’d also maybe learn that I was no longer a toddler in pigtails.
“Out of my sight,” Dad snapped.
I lifted the papers and put them on the edge of his desk and then, on shaky legs, I left.
All eyes were on me in the kitchen.
“Gotta go, Lee. Sorry.”
She nodded. “It’s okay, honey.”
I didn’t know how much she heard but her face was filled with sympathy. So was the cook, Rochelle’s.
I went through the back way upstairs and threw my leather jacket on, put my boots on, then grabbed my helmet.
As I was stepping outside onto the balcony, about to descend the stairs, I saw my three brothers ride out together on their motorcycles. All of them had changed out of their work clothes and had on their patches.
I gripped the railing with both hands, thinking fuck.
I’d phoned Jackson Gale when I’d first gotten into my room. He hadn’t answered.
Still standing on the upper deck, I texted him.
“I’m really sorry but my dad and my brothers got your advertising flyer and went ballistic. I didn’t know they’d get flyers about it before I could tell them. Dad called your wife and I guess she told him you couldn’t pull my pics. I think my brothers might be on their way to try to talk you guys into it. Please know I didn’t intend to cause you any trouble and I am not trying to back out.”
I needed to ride. I needed to clear my head. I decided that the best place to do that was the family cabin. So, that’s where I rode to. Just before I got there, I stopped in the nearest town to pick up a few groceries, stowing them in my saddle bags. I didn’t bring clothes or toiletries because I kept all sorts of that stuff there. I liked that I could drop everything and go there whenever I wanted or needed. And right now, it was what I needed.