Текст книги "Burning Ember"
Автор книги: Darby Briar
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When something vital to our survival is threatened . . . we shield it and guard it fiercely.
EMBER
Dozer and Mav are still shouting at each other. Their deep voices—now that Rigor has oh so kindly turned down the music—echo through the clubhouse and the main room.
I’m sitting at the bar. Alone. Because Goose took Lily away a moment ago. She was so angry she was about to burst into Mav’s office. Honestly, I’m surprised she got that worked up. I’m not entirely sure if it’s because Mav’s comments were demeaning to women in general or because they were demeaning to me.
Lil’s friend, my ass. It’s obvious that bitch has been livin’ on the street. Like she’s been diving in dumpsters. Is that what we want? Trash in our clubhouse? She’s a wet hole nothing more. She’s not even Edge’s type. Too skinny. Too short. Plain. Like a goddamn rag doll for fuck’s sake. Nothing special. We can find someone else for Edge. Someone better.
I’ve been unable to eat the sandwich and chips Rigor set in front of me. I’m starving, but the humiliation rioting through me causes my stomach to clench relentlessly and I’m afraid if I eat now, the food won’t stay down.
Bikers and the women around the room keep stealing glances at me, though some are openly staring. I sense their distrust. A few of the women look at me like I’m garbage. I feel like a pariah.
My cheeks flush with heat.
I’ve considered more than once getting up from my stool and striding right out the front door. The only thing keeping me planted in this seat is the thought of Davis, and the notion that his cruiser is parked right outside the club’s privacy fence, and his threats of what will happen if I try to make a run for it.
I peek in the mirror behind the bar and wince at my reflection. I see some validity to Mav’s insults. The girl staring back at me is a mess. She looks nothing like Lil’ Bird, or the other girls here. I’m not beautiful. I look pale. No makeup. Frizzy, wild hair. Maybe I once was something special, but I don’t look it now. He’s right. I’m too thin. I didn’t realize how much weight I’d lost. My cheeks are sunken in, and my cheekbones jut out. Dark circles loom under my eyes, making me look like I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in days. Only because I haven’t. Maybe, I’m not quite junky material, but the other comments sting because they’re true.
I’m homeless. Pretty much penniless. And it sounds like I’m a few minutes away from being Officer Davis’ entertainment for the night.
Now it’s come down to one man, one biker, banishing me and damning me to hell.
Maybe Mav is the prince of darkness after all.
MAVERICK
There’s no doubt in my mind that seeing this new girl on a daily basis will fillet my wounds wide open.
The thought makes me desperate. Makes me crazy and outraged. So I spend the next half hour trying to convince Dozer why keeping this girl around is a bad fucking idea.
He won’t listen though.
Finally, I say, “Listen to me. Bitches like that turn on you on a fuckin’ dime. It’s not what we need. This’d be the perfect fuckin’ time for the Greenbacks to make a move. They wanna know which way we’re gonna sway. And this girl all of a sudden turns up out of nowhere. A virgin served up on a fuckin’ platter. What if the vote sways to a no, and they find out that we’re planning to cut ties? What do you think they’re gonna do? I’ll tell you what they’re gonna do. They’re gonna hit us where it hurts and when we’re not ready. For two more weeks, we need to lie low. Keep them in the dark and hold ’em off.”
He nods and tension drains out of my shoulders as relief floods through me. “Agreed. But I’m not sending Pumpkin away. I don’t believe she’s a threat.”
I grimace. “Pumpkin?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Look, I’ll make sure she’s with someone at all times. And if she leaves the clubhouse, she’s got someone on her. She won’t have access to a phone. I’ll watch her until the party. After, we can decide if she stays or goes.”
I open my mouth but he cuts me off.
“Told you, we’ll watch her and we will. I’m givin’ you my word. That should be enough. Otherwise, you’re tellin’ me you don’t trust me. I’ve been a member of this club since I was six fuckin’ teen. This club was supposed to be my legacy. You really think I’d let anyone fuck it over? Hurt us? Give me some fuckin’ respect. I’ve earned it, whether I’m your VP or not.”
I sigh out, “You’re makin’ a mistake, brother.”
“Yeah? And you need to work out your shit. You’ve been a miserable asshole since Edge got tossed in. It’s gettin’ fuckin’ old, man. I get that what Dana did, goin’ to Davis like she did, and then leavin’ tore you up and spit you out. You took a gamble on a girl and it turned to shit. But fuck, man. It’s been half a goddamn decade. Even Edge is doin’ better than you and he’s been locked in an box.”
Pain slices through my chest. Dozer doesn’t know that every time he says her name, it’s like he’s stabbing me in the heart with a scalding poker. And bringing that girl in here, bringing this shit up, it’s killing me. Dana didn’t just steal five years. She took so much more than that. She stole my whole fucking future and destroyed the part of me that wanted something out of this life.
He pulls in a deep breath. “It’s time, brother. Time to get the fuck over her. Time to let that shit go.”
There is no moving on. There’s only living and I’ve been trying to do that. I sleep. I eat. I breathe. And do what the club needs me to do.
I shake my head and sink down into my chair. Letting out a pent up breath, I say, “We don’t even know a goddamn thing about her.”
Dozer opens the door. “What in the fuck do you need to know? We didn’t know shit about the other clubpieces, or the hang-arounds either, but Cap didn’t give a shit. And neither did you, because they weren’t homeless or redheads. Don’t fuckin’ deny it. All I’m askin’ is you give her a chance. That you trust me. For twelve damn days, brother. Just until the party. She’ll be watched at all times. She’ll cook and clean and earn her keep.”
He steps into the hall but doesn’t walk away. “You want to make things right with Edge? Start with this girl. Show him that we set her aside for him. We’ll throw him a huge party. Get all the chapters up here. Show everyone we stand united behind my cousin. That we want him holdin’ the gavel and leadin’ us.”
The doors open, everyone can hear us. It’s not the first time we’ve gone the rounds. But it’s not something we do often either. He’s a friend. A brother. And I love him as if we shared the same blood. But right now? I hate his ass. I won’t be able to focus for shit while she’s here.
Dozer’s right about one more thing though. I do trust him. He’d never knowingly hurt the club. The gavel, by all rights, is his even if he doesn’t want it. And if I push this further, I’ll be questioning his judgment and loyalty, which would be wrong on so many levels.
Seconds of silence pass.
“Fine. But I better not see her anywhere inside this clubhouse alone. I do, I’ll fuckin’ drag her out by her hair myself. Feel me? And she better stay clean. I find fresh tracks on her . . . or even suspect she’s high—”
Dozer shakes his head once. “I’ve already warned her.”
“Better warn the boys no one touches her until the party.” What the fuck, Mav? Where in the hell did that come from? “If she’s for Edge, right?”
Dozer’s right eyebrow lifts.
“Anyone fucks her, she’s useless to us.” I turn slightly so he can’t see my face. I busy myself by pulling out a drawer and grabbing a new pencil. “It happens, she’s gone.”
“Riiight,” Dozer replies, and draws the word out. I can feel his scrutinizing gaze boring into me. “As far as anyone’s concerned, she’ll be the clubhouse mouse. Cook. Clean. Whatever needs doin’.”
I glance up and nod. “Fine.”
He gives me one last, hard look then leaves.
After walking to the door, I slam it and rub my hands over my head. “Fuucck.” I’m gonna have to see this chick every goddamn day. And pretend it doesn’t gut me each and every time.
Even amongst wolves, you’ll find friends. Though a wolf is still a wolf and his smile will always have fangs.
EMBER
Dozer plops down on the stool to my left. He exhales a heavy breath. Behind us, a door slams. Mav’s door. The sound resonates through the room and flames my humiliation.
Dozer shakes his head. “Shit. Babe, I’m sorry. I knew it was gonna be brutal, but that . . . that was . . . fuck. I don’t know what that was. I’m sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “It’s not you. He’s lookin’ out for the club. And there’s some shit that went down that’s cloudin’ his judgment. Not your problem, I know. But it’s why he’s givin’ you such a hard time.”
Doesn’t mean it still doesn’t sting. I push the negative thoughts down though. Sighing, I say, “You don’t have to explain.”
“You’re gonna figure out sooner or later things run differently here. The club comes first, always. Our brothers. Letting in someone new is always a risk. I usually wouldn’t go up against a brother for a woman, but Goose spoke up for you. So did his old lady. That means somethin’. If they see somethin’ good in ya then I’m willing to give you a chance. But you gotta know if you fuck up”—he tilts his head and stares into my eyes—“it looks bad on anyone that spoke up for you, including me, now. So do me a favor, babe, don’t fuck up, yeah?”
I nod and rub my hands on my shorts. “I won’t.”
I’m in a no win situation here. If I don’t give Davis what he wants, I’ll be hurting myself and my chances at freedom. If I snitch on the club, again I’ll be putting myself in danger and screwing over Lil’ Bird, Goose, Dozer, and the club.
Lily and Goose wander into the room. Lily gives me a weak smile and a quick hug but then heads further down the bar. Goose stops behind Dozer and rests his hand on Dozer’s shoulder. “I appreciate it, man. But I think maybe now I owe you one after that.”
Dozer shakes his head and lets out a long breath. “It needed to happen. Was just a matter of time.”
Goose peeks down the bar at Lily talking to Rigor. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen my woman so pissed off before. Had to take her to our room before she stormed in there and told Mav off. Don’t know why, but she really likes you, Pumpkin. Wants you here.”
My heart swells a little.
“Guess the old ladies are really givin’ her hell, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess. Maybe all of them except Bethany and Kendra,” Goose answers.
Dozer grunts then waves Rigor down.
Rigor saunters over. He grabs two beers, puts them in front of Goose and Dozer, and then rests his hands on the bar. “What’s up?”
“Lil’ still get a razz of shit from the old ladies? You two are all buddy, buddy. She tell you anything?” Dozer asks.
Rigor glances warily at Goose and then looks back to Dozer. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. Maybe he’s choosing his words wisely. “She’s gettin’ her fair share. Maybe a bit more than that. Nothin’ she can’t handle though. You step in. It’s gonna get worse, especially since a brunt of it’s comin’ from Nick.”
Goose and Dozer share a look. “Let it ride out? She did the same thing with Kendra. But they’re tight now. Probably just testin’ her,” is Dozer’s response. Goose gives a curt nod.
The guys talk amongst themselves for a minute and I listen while also looking around the club and taking in my new surroundings. Until something Goose says brings my focus back to the conversation.
“So . . . she’s gonna be our little house mouse until the party?”
Lily comes over. She’s been speaking with one of the other women. She pats my arm and takes the seat beside me.
Dozer takes a pull on his beer. “Yeah. Best I could do.” To me he says, “That means you gotta cook, clean, shit like that, babe. And I’ll spread the word you’re hands off until the party. Do your part though, and don’t put yourself in a bad situation. Don’t go roamin’ around alone. One of us, me, Goose, Lil’, or even Rigor here needs to be with you at all times.”
Rigor nods, but as he walks away he mutters, “Like I don’t got enough trouble tryin’ to keep my eyes on Lil’.”
Goose chuckles under his breath. “Part of the job, man,” he hollers down to Rigor, who flips him off good-naturedly. Then he turns back to us. “What about at night?”
Dozer shrugs. “She can sleep in my bed.”
Smirking and palming his goatee as if in deep thought, Goose replies, “Yeah? Thought she was hands off?”
“Shut up, fucker. Don’t mean nothin’. Just don’t trust any of these cocksuckers to leave her alone. She can have my bed. And I’ll crash in one of the spares.”
Awkward silence fills the space between the two bikers, Lily, and me.
Dozer turns toward me. “Umm . . . you got a problem with the other thing? Being Edge’s little gift at the party?”
My gut clenches.
I’ll be breaking my promise to myself. The one about loving the next person I have sex with, since I didn’t get to do it the first time around. But what choice do I have? Beggars can’t be choosers. Right? At least that’s what my mom used to say. Seems to be the theme of my life.
I know I can distance myself from the act. Escape mentally, if I have to. I straighten in my chair. “As long as someone’s not hurting me,” or trying to tie me up, “I’m fine with showing my appreciation to the club for letting me stay.”
“You’re gonna have to prove yourself, babe. Mav’s not gonna let up where you’re concerned. I’m sure he’ll be watchin’ and waitin’ for you to fuck up.”
I huff. Part laugh, part sigh. “He can watch and wait. But it’s going to get pretty boring pretty fast.”
Dozer laughs, “I doubt that, pretty girl.” He motions over me. “That all you got to your name.” He says it more like a statement than a question. At my nod, he leans forward and looks past me to Lily. “Any of these girls got clothes that will fit her?”
Lily taps her fingers on the bar top. “Don’t know. Maybe. The closest to her size is Bethany—”
Dozer shakes his head. “No, find somethin’ here from one of the girls even if it’s a little big. Tomorrow you can go into town and pick out some stuff for her.”
Standing, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet.
“No.” I stop him by putting my hand on his. “You’ve already spoken up for me. I’m not going to take a handout too. If there’s a washer around here, I’ll just wash what I have on and . . .” It’s not until I really think about it that I can see how one set of clothes around here might be problematic. What am I going to wear while my stuff’s in the wash? Maybe Lily could loan me something. “Maybe there’s some way I can earn some cash, or somewhere I can work within walking distance after I do the jobs you need me to do here.”
“You’re gonna need some things for a bit to get you by.” He hands the money to Lily. “Get her what she needs.”
Lily gives me a smile as she tucks the money into her back pocket. “My pleasure. Any excuse to shop.”
Dozer sits back down. “If you want to get a part-time job or somethin’, I’ll check around and see if we got a spot open somewhere at one of the businesses the club owns.”
Lily chimes in, “I could run you around to some of the shops in town to fill out some applications.”
“Thank you.”
“So you know how to do laundry and shit?” Dozer asks.
I quirk a brow. “Define ‘and shit’?”
He laughs, “You know how to use the washer and dryer, iron? That shit?”
“Yeah.” I smile and a little bit of the tension in my body melts away. It feels good to let it go. Be real for a minute. However, I can’t let down my guard fully.
The side of his mouth jacks up. “Good, I’ll spread the word. Make sure you charge for that shit though, yeah? You’ll make a fuckin’ killing.” He grins fully, and adds, “You can start with mine.”
Surely, he’s kidding.
I cock my head to the side. “Let me get this straight. You’re going to pay me to do your laundry?”
“Hell, yeah. Then I don’t have to talk some sweetie into doin’ it for me.”
He must misunderstand my expression because he goes on to say, “Some of the guys have old ladies, or citizen wives, who do that shit for them. Others like me usually get some girl we’re dating or a random hook up to do it.”
“So no wife? Or old lady or whatever?”
“N-no.” But he hesitates as if he’s not being completely truthful. “Which means I either have to keep buyin’ new clothes or I have to talk some chick into doin’ it for me. And it’s not easy findin’ clothes to fit me. I’d rather pay you to wash ’em.”
We’re quiet for a minute afterward. He’s studying my reaction so I keep my face blank and take a drink from the water bottle Rigor left in front of me.
“Can you dance? The club owns the strip club in town,” Lily asks.
One abrupt laugh leaves me at the idea and her eyes widen. “Um, no, well, yes, I can dance. But no, not like that.”
“I could teach you,” she offers.
My skin feels itchy at the idea of taking my clothes off in a club full of horny men, which is kind of crazy considering what I just signed up for. I rub my hands on my shorts and try to stir my employment prospects into safer waters. “Maybe I could find an ad in the paper for a nanny or something during the day. I’m good with kids.”
Lily leans forward as if to address us both. She gives Dozer a long, meaningful look and says, “You know, Bethany’s been looking for some help with Medda. She mentioned it the other day and—”
With clipped words Dozer says, “Not a good idea, Lil’.”
She bites her lip and mutters, “Right, I guess not.”
Some emotion flickers over Dozer’s face, but it’s gone before I can decipher it. “If you get a job, you’ll have to clean early, do breakfast, and lunch around noon. Then most of us aren’t around until late for dinner, so just make sure you make it clear when you can work and when you can’t. Also, you’ll need to be here for club events.”
“Okay.” I doubt an employer is going to be able to work with those hours and I can’t help but feel a little defeated.
I pick up a chip and munch on it. One bite and I’m in heaven. The salty flavor bursts on my tongue and I close my eyes for a moment and savor it. My stomach growls between the first bite and the second.
Dozer watches me.
I dig into my sandwich next. After I swallow the first bite, I try to distract him for watching me eat. “You know, I didn’t know a biker could be such a nice guy.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “Don’t go spreadin’ it around. I have a reputation to uphold.”
The red-haired, older biker with a long beard comes over and takes Dozer’s attention away, which gives me time to finish my food. When I’ve eaten every last crumb, I push the plate forward.
Dozer glances over to me. “You were fuckin’ starvin’, huh?”
I grimace and wipe my mouth. “Sorry, was it that noticeable? And here I was trying to eat like a lady.”
The red-haired biker raises an eyebrow. “You full, sweetheart? ‘Cause if not, I could get Rigor to round ya up some more. I’m Griz, by the way.” He holds out his hand to me and I shake it.
I’m feeling overly stuffed. My stomach’s shrunk in the last month. It’s down to the size of a tennis ball. “Thanks, but I don’t think I can eat another bite.”
He smiles and his smile even reaches his soft hazel eyes. “Us gingers gotta stick together. You need anything, darlin’, you let me know.” He picks up my hand and kisses it, which earns him some hooting and hollering from the peanut gallery around us, before he drops my hand and walks away.
Dozer turns to me. “See, we’re not all assholes.”
“I see that. Thanks for giving me a chance.” And I mean it. It’s nice to have someone on my side. Makes me feel like I’m not an inch small anymore.
“You’re welcome.”
“You know, you’re built like an ox, but I’m starting to think maybe you’re a big ol’ softy.”
Two seats down from me, Goose spits beer out all over the bar. Then I realize what I said and how it could be misconstrued.
Laughter rings out around us again. Jeezus . . . did I really just say that?
Dozer flashes a flirtatious smile. He yanks my chair closer. “Softy, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before. Tell you what . . . in thirteen days, I’ll make sure to introduce you to some of my harder parts.”
“Oh, God, I didn’t—I’m sorry.”
He chucks my chin. “No really, it would be my pleasure.” He focuses on my lips. His hand rests on my thigh. He leans over and murmurs close to my ear, so only I can hear. “You’re gonna have the whole club house lined up to taste you by then. But, you can bet, I’ll be the first in line.”
I bite my bottom lip and look up at him. He’s flirting with me and now is the time I have to start playing the part of the girl who wants to be here. With him. With a bunch of bikers.
His steely eyes flare as they watch my mouth. “Yeah, you’re gonna be trouble.”
I arch a brow. “And you’re not a fan of trouble?”
His hand slides up my leg until his fingers breach the hem of my shorts. “Not usually, but I think I could get addicted to your kind of trouble.”
We flirt for a few minutes. But eventually he groans and removes his hands from me. “Shit, you’re gettin’ me all worked up, babe. Not gonna end well for me.” He stands, laughs, and winks as he adjusts himself. Then he says, “Better get this part over with.” Spinning me around on my stool, he has me facing the room. He again places his big hands on my shoulders. He yells to be heard over the music. “HOCs listen up. Pumpkin, here, is Edge’s welcome home gift.” Cheers ring out. “She’s hands off until after the party.” Boo’s follow that statement. “Any of you fuckers so much as touch her, and you’ll be smacked with a thousand dollar fine. And a beat down from the entire club.”
“You’re touchin’ her,” the cute blond with a nice smile shouts. I believe his name is Bodie.
“That’s because I’m gonna be her protection from you sick fucks for the next twelve days.”
Lily puts her hand in mine, and I startle a little until I realize it’s her. With her, it’s harder to hide my anxiety. It’s almost as if she knows exactly what I’m feeling.
“Come on. Let me show you around, and you can shower and get cleaned up. I’ll find you some clean clothes, too.” I suddenly feel drained, but I give her a weak smile.
“Hold up.”
We turn back to Dozer.
He reaches into his pocket and produces a key. Hands it to Lily. “She’ll be stayin’ in my room. She can shower in there.”
Before taking the key, she eyes him for a moment. “You sure?” she asks him and gets a terse nod in response.
She tangles her arm with mine and leads me out of the main room.
I get the impression that his gesture means something significant. But what, I have no idea.
It feels like it’s been days since I’d left the shelter. And although I took a shower earlier, I can’t pass up the opportunity for another, especially a shower with hot water, non-generic shampoo, and a sense of privacy I haven’t had in weeks.
When I finish, I wipe the mirror of steam and stare at myself.
No matter how much I try to forget my mother, I see her in my reflection every day. Almost as if I see her before I see myself in the mirror, and I have to analyze my features over and over again to identify the differences that make me . . . me. Like how my hair’s always been a few shades darker than hers, and is even more so now from my failed attempt to dye my red hair brown. Also my eyes aren’t quite the same color, because where hers were only blue, mine have a burst of green. And lastly, my freckles. Something she had but only across the bridge of her nose. Which makes me think that maybe mine were a gift from my sperm donor of a father.
My mother used to tell me that each freckle on my body was a blessing given to me by the angels. I believed her until I was sixteen and learned how full of shit she truly was.
It’s ironic that I look so much like her and nothing like Sunny.
My heart pinches in the next instant as I think of Will.
I miss our songs. Reading her stories at night. Tucking her in like a bug in a rug. Sometimes when she’d have bad dreams, she’d come crawl into my bed, and there’s nothing better in this world than waking up to a warm and cuddly, curly-haired angel.
Tears brim in my eyes and fall over. I let three escape before clenching my eyes shut, stopping that train of thought. I can’t afford to get lost in thoughts of Will. Because I’m afraid if I do, I won’t be able to function. I’ll save them for another time. Another day. When I’m safe and alone, and free to wallow for more than a minute at a time.
I force myself to get ready, pull a comb through my hair, and use the blow dryer, curling iron, hygiene items, and the make-up Lily brought me.
Stepping out of the bathroom in a towel, I head over to the collection of clothes she left on the bed.
Dozer’s room smells of leather and oil, and his woodsy cologne. It also has the added stench of stale food, sex, and spilled alcohol, judging by the look of the stains on the floor. At least, I hope it’s alcohol and not something else.
I’m tempted to start cleaning up the mess, but the door swings open and Lily walks in. She’s added a leather vest to her kickass outfit, and I notice right away the club insignia marking her as HOC property.
“I stole anything I thought might fit. Don’t worry about givin’ it back. It’s survival of the fittest around here. They’ll probably bitch. But all the girls here steal clothes from each other. So they’ll get over it.”
“I have no idea how to dress. I mean for this place,” I admit.
Lily sits on the edge of the bed. “I know. But no one expects you to. The club colors are pale yellow, orange, and dark red. Or anything along that line. Wear those or brown or black. Gray’s a safe color too, and girly colors like pink, purple.
“Safe colors?”
“Trust me. You don’t want to be caught wearing another clubs or gangs colors. Some guys might let it slide when you’re new, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
She combs her fingers through her hair and flips it to the other side. “When you’re a part of the club, people scrutinize everything you do and say. As an old lady, everything I do, or don’t do for that matter, reflects on the club.
“You’re not a clubpiece and word will get around that you’re”—she uses air quotes with her fingers—“‘a virgin’. So they won’t be expecting you to dress like one or put out like the rest of the girls here. So wear something kinda sexy-cute, but comfortable. You want to be somebody they want to look at, talk to, but not something they want to drag off to their room for the night. Make sure you stick close to me or Dozer, especially the next few nights. At least until word gets around who you are and that you’re not to be touched.”
“Okay.” I pick through the pile of clothes.
“I hope you’re not mad about the virginity thing. And about putting you on the menu for Edge’s party. I just didn’t know what else to do to get Mav to agree. He’s not too keen on redheads, as you know by now.”
I hold up a few strands of my hair. “Right. Should I dye it purple? Think that would help?”
She pulls my hair away. “Don’t you dare. In fact, I’ll bring you some special shampoo tomorrow to strip what’s left of that awful brown color out of it. What did you use anyway?”
“I don’t know. A box from the store.”
She looks horrified at my admission. When she recovers, she says, “Don’t let what Mav said get to you. He may not like redheads but there are plenty of guys here that do. Dozer for one, which is surprising.” She hurries on to add, “Oh, not because you’re not gorgeous”—she winks—“he’s just had a thing for someone for a long time.”
“Let me guess, Bethany?”
“Yep. But she’s not into him. Or well she is, but she’s not doing anything about it. It’s a long story. Short version is her husband was a brother. He died . . . last year . . . motorcycle accident. I guess her and Dozer had something going on years ago before she ever got with her old man, but it didn’t work out. Dozer got sent on a tour of duty and she fell for Hodge while he was gone. I thought maybe now they’d finally . . . you know, hook up and resolve their problems.”
“But they haven’t?”
She shakes her head no.
Holding up each item, I ask myself two things… Will it fit and am I brave enough to wear it?
Lily chuckles, and grabs a shirt and a pair of shorts out of the pile. Both black. She throws them at me. “Here. I didn’t steal any bras or underwear because that’s just . . . yuck. For now, wear yours and I’ll pick you up some new stuff tomorrow.”
I take the items into the bathroom to change. Lily laughs as I go and snickers, “So modest.”
The top is loose and falls off my shoulder. The shorts are shorter than my cut offs and hang on my bony hips, but they’ll do.
When I step out, Lily clasps her hands together and beams at me. “You look hot. Let’s steal of pair of Jade’s heels to show off those nice legs of yours then you’ll be all set. Mav’s gonna be chokin’ on his words.”
I perk up an eyebrow. “You think?”
She nods. “Definitely. But it might be smart to stay out of his way and let him get used to you. We don’t want to press our luck.”
What luck? The negative thought rockets though my mind. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Then she’s chewing on her thumbnail deep in thought as she examines me.
“What?” I ask.
“Did I do the right thing? Bringing you here?”
“I think so. I was out of options. Living on the street’s been a nightmare, and I was running out of money even before all my stuff was stolen today. I thought it would be easier to find a job.”
“Why won’t anyone hire you? You look hirable.”
“No ID . . .”
For a second, I think I’ve said too much but Lily replies, “I figured you were on the run with how jittery you were around Davis. Don’t worry. I’m not gonna say anything to the guys.”
She pulls one knee up on the bed and plays with the zipper on her boot. “I know what it’s like not to have a safe place to run to. My step-father was a hopeless alcoholic and had a very warped idea of how a father should treat his little girl. My mother still to this day doesn’t see how evil he is. And yeah I thought it would be so much better if I just left. That I could make it on my own. Get a job, rent an apartment. But it’s a fucking cruel world out there, especially for young girls without a home.”
My thoughts drift to Ivy. “It is.”
Her head lifts. “You ever notice how fucked up women are in general because of men?”
