Page 16 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
Something worth exploring.
I slipped away momentarily to clean myself up in the bathroom and take a piss. But in the middle of me shaking it over the toilet, I heard a sound that put me on edge. It sounded like a crash off in the distance and I held my breath. I listened as something creaked outside, as if it were coming up the apartment complex steps.
And as the footsteps came closer to Brigid’s front door, they suddenly ceased.
Fuck, someone’s here.
I silenced my footsteps and quickly got back into my clothes. I unholstered my gun and crept closer to the front door, watching as a shadow lingered outside. Everything fell away and all that was left was me, the gun I gripped, and the shadowed figure that was perched outside of Brigid’s bedroom door.
And just as I inched my way up to the peephole to see who was standing there, the footsteps scurried off.
“Shit,” I hissed.
I had to get out of here. I had to get away from Brigid so she didn’t get into any sort of trouble. I mean, I had been vigilant, but possibly not vigilant enough.
Had someone followed me all the way back here from the bar?
I dug my cell phone out of my pocket and my eyes bulged. It was damn near one in the morning and even if I got to sleep beside her, I’d never wake up before the sun. This woman had drained my body of all it was worth, and while I longed to curl up with her, I knew it was safer if I simply left.
But I didn’t want to leave without a way to contact her again.
How the hell do I get her number now?
My eyes fell to her purse on the floor and I crouched down. I didn’t make it a habit of going through women’s purses, but this was sort of an emergency. I unzipped the top compartment and peered inside, quickly finding a slip of paper and a pen. So, I scribbled a quick note for her before shoving everything back into her purse.
And that was when her phone lit up.
Wait, is that her home screen?
What fucking luck. I practically ripped her phone out from the bottom of her purse and made my way into her contacts. How the hell her phone had gotten unlocked while still in her purse, I’d never know. But I scrolled to the top where her own contact information was stored and memorized her number. I put it back where it belonged and pulled out my note, scribbling a little “P.S.” at the bottom.
Then, I put everything back in its original place before typing her number into my phone.
“And save,” I whispered.
Guilt ate me alive as I made my way back to the clubhouse. I knew she’d be pissed when she woke up and found that I wasn’t there, but I prayed with all of my might that she found my note.
Then, I prayed that she wouldn’t be pissed that I went through her purse.
I got off my bike about a mile out from the compound and cut the engine. I walked my bike all the way up to the parking lot before I stowed it away in its camouflaged position. Hope filled my veins as I gazed around. I didn’t see anyone on the roof or stationed outside. There weren’t any lights on or any laughter or voices cutting through the metallic outside of the warehouse itself.
Did I actually get away with it?
Did I successfully sneak out of this damned place?
“What the absolute fuck are you doing?” West asked.
I groaned as I closed the front door behind me. “What the hell do you want?”
He furrowed his brow. “A fucking explanation as to why I was told to stay up and wait for your ass to come back.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Who the hell told you to do that?”
“I did,” Diego said.
He stepped out of the kitchen and I wanted to jam my fist through his fucking face. After all I’d done for him, all of the times I had defended him, and all of the times I’d taken a step back just so he could get with my sister, this was how he repaid me?
“You better have a damn good reason for—”
Diego scoffed. “For what? Protecting Ruby by making sure you don’t lead anyone back to the one place keeping her safe?”
I charged him. “You don’t get to talk about the safety of my sister when you’re the fucking reason we’re all in this shit in the first place.”
“Hey! Hey!” West exclaimed. “Break it the fuck up!”
I shoved Diego back into the kitchen and stormed off to my room. I sure as hell didn’t need a lecture from the skinny little asshole banging my sister, nor did I need to be watched like some fucking toddler. I stormed into my room and slammed the door behind me, locking it for good measure.
