states as I nod while walking out of his office. “We’ll be havin’ church in the next day or two. Still need to figure out who the rat is and smoke them out. That will be a meetin’ for the officers only. I don’t want to take any chances and let whoever helped Neil know we’re onto them. For now, we’ll keep that shit sealed and be on the lookout for anythin’ suspicious.”
“Got it, Pres. I’ll keep diggin’ into everyone’s backgrounds. See if I can find either a connection to Neil or anyone who’s had anythin’ happen in the last few months or so. There’s a lot of different reasons for someone to turn their backs on us,” I inform him before walking out of his office.
Walking through the common room of the clubhouse, I don’t stop to talk. When someone calls my name, I simply nod in acknowledgement while continuing on my path. Once I’m outside, I straddle my bike and put my helmet on. Turning the key, I start the engine and leave the clubhouse. The night air whips around me as I fly through the streets until I get to the edge of town. Then I slow down because of traffic. It’s not long before I’m pulling in my driveway.
After parking my bike so I can get out at a moment’s notice, I make my way inside. The house smells of whatever my woman is cooking so I make my way into the kitchen. Kim’s standing with her back to me in front of the stove stirring something. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. She jumps in my arms, causing me to let go of her and step back.
I turn her so she’s facing me and see tears shimmering in her eyes. Now I’m really worried. Kim is not a crier.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” I ask her, pulling her body to mine and holding her close.
“Nothing. You just scared me,” she replies.
“That wouldn’t cause you to have tears in your eyes, sweetheart. Tell me what’s goin’ on,” I urge her, rubbing my hands up and down her back as she pulls away from me.
“I’m okay. I just want to finish up dinner so I can get back to work,” she says.
When I lean down to kiss her, Kim turns her head so my lips land against her cheek. That’s definitely not like my girl at all. She’s all about kissing me when I walk through the door and before I leave in the morning.
“Kim, baby, talk to me,” I once again urge her.
“I’m fine, I swear it. Go get a shower and dinner will be done by the time you’re out,” she tells me.
Huffing out my frustration, I turn and make my way to our room. We have a bathroom off our room, so we don’t have to share with anyone else. I’ve remodeled it since she moved in though. Stripping out of my clothes, I jump in the shower. There really isn’t any point in trying to get Kim to talk to me about what’s bothering her. She’s stubborn as hell and will only lock herself down tighter if I continue to ask her about it. That’s the one thing I don’t like about her.
Kim is extremely independent. She always has been. I love that about her because the only time she needs help is when her legs and back are acting up. Other than that, she’d rather do things on her own. Unless it’s something we’ve talked about doing together. On her bad days, she doesn’t talk too much because she feels as if she’s letting all of us down. It’s not her fault there are days she can’t do much. Some days she needs to stay in bed or only move from the bed to the couch. That’s fine by me. I try to do whatever I can to help her, but there’s not much I can do to take the pain away from her.
Now, this has nothing to do with her being in pain. Kim is straight up hiding something from me. It’s causing her to tear up and be jumpy. I’ve never seen her like this before which makes the situation even worse. I can’t help her if I don’t know the problem. She’s watched me help others enough to know I can find out any information I want or need to in a matter of hours. A day or two at the very most. If