Page 27 of Tanner (Dirty Misfits MC 5)
She nodded. “You know, I can understand that. Have you tried explaining it to Tanner that way?”
“Honestly, I don’t think I’ll have to. For all of the garbage and craziness my sister and I put him through when we were younger, he’s already respected my sister’s gumption and strength. We went through a lot growing up with my parents, and we grew up fast. Sloane, especially. I think he’ll be hesitant about it, but I think he’ll ultimately support it.”
She scooted a bit closer to me. “Will you tell your sister what’s going on, then?”
I leaned back against my chair and let my head flop back. “I honestly don’t know. I think I might give her an overview. Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just chalk Cheyenne’s visit up to her needing some space and stability while I get a grip on my new job or something like that.”
She took my hand and squeezed it. “One thing I’ve already found with motherhood, even during pregnancy, is that Moms usually always know best. I’ve had to fight Cole on a couple of things regarding my medical treatments and gestational diabetes, but in the end, I know in the pit of my gut that I’m right. That it’ll be better for me, and our little boy, if we took my routes instead of his. Does it feel like that, Summer? Like it’s right, in the pit of your gut?”
I didn’t hesitate to answer either. “Without a shadow of a doubt. It feels right and good for me to stay here, but not Cheyenne. Not like this, anyway.”
She leaned forward, gazing into my eyes. “Then, you know what you have to do.”
I licked my lips. “Do you know where that SAT phone room is?”
Molly ripped me out of my chair and tugged me out of her and Cole’s bedroom before we rushed down the hallway. We peeked into bedrooms to make sure we weren’t disturbing anyone, and once we got to the room we slipped inside and closed the door behind us.
Before I plucked the SAT phone off the wall and dialed out to my sister.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Hey! It’s me.”
She paused. “Summer? What the fuck kind of number are you calling from?”
“Look, I don’t have a lot of time to explain, but Cheyenne is going to come visit you for the weekend. Is that okay?”
“Uh, I mean… yeah, sure. I’m always up for seeing my niece, you know that. But where are you calling—”
I interrupted her as Molly clocked my time on the phone. “I can’t explain. A lot of stuff has come up. But I’ll have her at your place by—”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait. How did your first day on the job go?”
“Gotta wrap it up. You’re at twenty seconds,” Molly whispered.
I closed my eyes. “Look, that’s the issue. My first day didn’t go well at all. It was rough, and I’m having a hard time accepting it, so I’ve taken a weekend shift to see if I can work on my skills with a slower crowd. But to do that, I need someone to take Cheyenne. Can you do that?”
“Sure, of course I can do that. Do you want to talk about it?”
I shook my head. “I can’t. I gotta go. But Cheyenne will be at your place no later than dinnertime on Friday. And thank you so much for this. I love you.”
“Love you, too. But did you get a new cell—”
I hung up the phone on her and prayed to God on high that she didn’t call back. I held the massive phone in my hand, waiting for it to ring. But the longer I stared at it, and the longer I went without a phone call, the more secure I was in hanging the phone back on the wall.
Before I turned to face Molly. “I did the right thing, right?”
She nodded. “And not a second sooner. You were right at twenty-nine.”
“Jesus fuck,” I whispered.
Yeah, I couldn't keep Cheyenne in this tense of an environment, especially when there was a chance we could be tracked down and attacked again.
Now, all we had to do was get my daughter four hours away without being tracked by the same crew that terrorized me at the club.
Fabulous.
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Tanner
The longer we stayed in that fucking warehouse, the more anxious I became. Every time I looked up at the clock, it felt like hours had passed, when really it had only been minutes. Sitting on my hands with my thumbs up my asshole wasn’t something I did well. If there was an issue, I wanted to resolve it as quickly and as painlessly as possible.
Yet, Brooks was completely content with dragging his fucking feet.
“No,” he said curtly.
I shook my head. “Dude, we gotta do something. We can’t just coop everyone up here until further notice. They have lives. Jobs. Money to make and bills to pay.”
