11
Addie
Three days have come and gone, and things are more intense in the club than ever. However, things between me and Zane are amazing. I know it’s the honeymoon stage where everything is perfect, and butterflies are surreal, but I’m glowing from it and I was shot in the stomach. Bobby even talked to him yesterday. I mean it was just offering his stool up for breakfast, but it’s a start. My side is healing, but if I move just right, it hurts really bad. It was worth it.
“Why are you smiling?” Miss Louve points a fork at me before stabbing it into her own salad. I look up at her, not realizing I had been smiling. It’s my lunch hour and I’ve been sitting here lost in a daze while eating my soup and sandwich. I sigh remembering I’m at school. Thad’s bloody face popping behind my eyes before I open them again.
Miss Louve’s dirty brown hair is up today, and her makeup is less dark looking. You can actually see the freckles on her cheeks today. Maybe it’s her yellow dress that makes her seem more… nice.
“Well, let’s just say things have taken a turn between Zane and me.” I get personal, but she doesn’t smile. She continues to chew loudly on her grass. She seems uninterested. Which is different. She’s always asking questions about him.
“You know, we should go out sometime.” She changes the subject.
“My club always has parties on the weekend—”
“No, I mean like to dinner or something,” she interrupts, the sharp edge tone of her voice has me thinking she’s against The Devil’s Dust. It’s not unheard of, the club has a reputation.
“Sure, when did you have in mind?” I shrug. I haven’t been out with anyone besides the girls of the club. I could use some girl on girl time without the topic of conversation being drug runs or parties.
“This weekend?” She stands, slamming the lid on her Tupperware. “Can you get away from your watchdog long enough?”
My brows narrow in on her. What is her problem? Turning in my seat, my arm over the back, I flick my tongue across my teeth.
“You okay?”
She puts on a smile and grabs her school bag from the counter.
“Yep. See you Friday night.” I nod, watching her leave the lounge. Maybe this is why I never persuade having a friendship… women are complicated.
The rest of the day goes as usual, teach the kids, and look out the window at Zane reading in the grass. I want to be with him and read in the grass. I wonder how much longer this lockdown crap has to last? Then we can really have some alone time.
The end of the day finally comes, and I grab my things and sprint out of the school. Zane is standing against the tree with The Hunger Games under his arm ready to see me.
“Hey sexy teacher.” He winks, and I instantly feel naughty. In a good way.
“Didn’t you need to stay after school for detention?” I play along. He pulls me close and kisses me in front of the whole school. The smell of leather and the mint he was sucking on taking my head out of the books and into his world.
“Only if I get to take a ruler to that ass.” His hands race down my spine and grip my backside. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from arching into him like a cat. I’ve never been so horny so often since Zane and I have given into our feelings. Every time I see him, I go weak in the knees and want him to touch me. I want to touch him everywhere and kiss his every tattoo. It’s insane. Will I ever become accustomed to his sexiness?
A door slams behind us, a motor revving up. Looking over my shoulder, it’s Miss Louve in her car.
“Who the fuck is that?” Zane asks angrily. She’s clearly trying to get our attention.
“Oh, she’s the math teacher. She’s been acting a little weird lately, I wonder if it’s because Thad is missing,” I confide.
“Was he fucking around with her?” Zane questions.
“I think so.” I’m not sure though.
“Let’s hope she’s not going to be a problem.” He pats my ass, indicating he wants me to get going.
Turning where I stand, I grab my helmet and buckle it up. Zane gets on the motorcycle first, and then I do. As we are leaving the parking lot the only thing that keeps circling my mind is would Zane kill Miss Louve if she starts asking too many questions about Thad?
Zane
Back at the club, the song “Happier” by Marshmello pounds through the speakers and the brothers are playing cards. Piper is dancing as she obviously put the song on and Saint eyes her from across the room. I’m sure Piper knows it too. It seems just like normal times if it weren’t for my damn mother hovering around like a fucking mother hen. Worried I’m going to risk my patch again, she’s been up my ass.
“I’m going to go change,” Addie tells me, her hand on my chest as she pecks my cheek.
I can’t help but watch her leave the room, and as soon as she’s out of sight, I feel as if I’m alone in a cave with no sunlight.
My mom gives Addie a look, a small smile fitting her face. Her blue shirt and leather pants labeling her as a biker’s wife.
“Hey, son.” She slides up next to me. I’ve been avoiding her, I know she’s going to get personal about Addie and me.
“Mom.”
“So, you and Addie huh?” She picks a piece of lint off my cut. I assume the question is rhetorical, so I don’t reply.
“You know you could have told me. You can tell me anything.”
I look down at her, curious if she really means that. I often wonder if she knows her son shares the same sins as her husband. Killing a remedy rather than an objectifying thrill.
“I know, Mom.” I decide against the heart to heart and give her a peck on the cheek. She grabs my arm, stopping me.
“She’s not about the club life, son, she will be for you but don’t forget you have to meet her halfway,” she advises.
“So what, I should get a job or something?” I scoff, not sure what she’s saying. I can’t see me bagging groceries at the local Walmart and I don’t think Addie would expect me to.
“No, but take her for a date, meet her friends, things normal girls would want.”
Rubbing the back of my neck, I sigh. I’ve never had to do that shit before.
“Yeah, thanks, Mom.” She pats my shoulder caringly and walks over to where they are playing cards.
Suddenly Rad is by my side, his arms crossed. He smells of ocean water. Glancing at him, his face is red again. His chest even more sunburnt under his leather cut. It makes the octopus skull tattoo on his chest look more angry.
“Out surfing today?”
He nods, watching someone particularly closely. He seems fucking dazed. Looking at his line of sight he is looking right at my sister.
I slam my hand against his chest.
Nearly knocking the wind from him, he looks at me with wide eyes.
I point at him. “No!”
He chuckles.
“I’m just looking!” He throws his hands up.
“Look somewhere else!”
“Damn, been in a relationship five minutes and you’re already a bitch!”
I raise a brow at him. He knows nothing about me and Addie.
“Well, it’s nothing you’ll know about with my sister.”
Heading toward my room, Baby walks out of the kitchen, spots me and turns right around.
Good call.
Maybe she and Rad will meet and save everyone the trouble.