Colton needed to get back to work. He said he needed the money so that he can put more down on the house. It was weird not having him around every day. That first week we cuddled a lot and, while I was baking, he would often put his arms around me or kiss my cheek or neck. I loved how affectionate he was with me and how he wasn’t afraid to do it around other people.
Krista said she wanted to talk to me in person because she wasn’t going to take the chance of anyone reading the texts on my or her phone.
She is bringing over food from the diner the MC runs. She said they have the best burgers and onion rings in town. When I asked her what onion rings were, she looked at me in horror. I knew she couldn’t believe it and I was to be prepared for her to bring a lot of choices.
I had to explain to the other women what it was like to eat around my mom, which was pretty much never and only really fish, salad, or grilled chicken. I couldn’t wait to try some food that I was never able to before.
Krista came over with a couple bags in her arms full of food.
My eyes widened when I looked at them. How does she expect us to eat all this food?
She chuckles when she sees my reaction.
I wave to Shield who is on watch. He preferred to stay outside while we had our ‘girl talk.’ He claimed that he didn’t want to hear that kind of shit.
“How much food did you get?” I ask in disbelief when she starts unloading everything on the table.
“Well since you wanted burgers, I bought three kinds because you really need to find out what you like, and you never tried onion rings, so I got those. Then I thought about that for a moment and realized that you’ve probably never tried wedges, curly fries, crinkle cut fries, chilli fries, spicy fries, and cheesy fries, so I had to get an order of each. This is going to be your taste test for burger and side,” she says with a laugh.
I shake my head but can’t really argue with her logic. I’m actually kind of excited to try all of this food.
We both make plates before we start talking.
“So, what can’t you tell me over a text or phone call?” I ask bluntly because I really need to know.
She lets out a nervous laugh. “Wow, cut to the chase right off the bat. You don’t mess around,” she says.
I laugh. “Well no, I have been curious since I first met you about what your story is. I have a feeling it may be about being isolated like me.”
“Well it is, and it isn’t. I’m not from a rich, snooty mom or a controlling abusive ex, but I was definitely isolated. I was sort of kept on a small leash because my dad is super protective. I was well looked after and loved, but not able to experience anything.” She says the last part with a sad look in her eyes.
I can’t help but feel closer to her. She may have had a different upbringing, but she knows what it’s like to watch people live life from the outside looking in.
“Well you can tell me anything. I think we could be good friends.” I say the last part shyly. I am still getting used to the fact that I have friends.
“I think we will be great friends. No one knows this about me because I really like to keep to myself. It just makes it easier not telling anyone. Less questions, but I feel like I can trust you with my secret,” she says, and I nod my head along with her.
“Of course you can trust me,” I state. I’ve never had to keep friends’ secrets before so I’m kind of giddy at the thought.
I give her a couple minutes to gather herself. I knew that she just needed the courage to tell me what it was. If she never told anyone before now, I would have to guess that she was scared of something or someone or worried that everyone would look at her differently.
She blows out a breath. “Okay here it goes. My dad is the president of the Wicked Dragons MC. I took off over a year ago with a note stating that I needed to find myself and will come home when I’m ready. I didn’t want to live in the shadow of being a club president’s daughter anymore. I was only going to be gone for a couple months. I wanted to go out and meet people and possibly date without anyone knowing who I was and where I belonged, and then the longer I was gone the harder it was to go back. I dated a guy for a while but then that got old. I guess that I was used to club life and didn’t realize how boring it would be to not be around the brothers and my family,” she says as the tears start falling and she doesn’t bother trying to hide them.
I get up and pull her into my arms. I let her silently cry for a few minutes. When she stops, she pulls back and wipes her face.
“Thanks, I needed that,” she says.
I shrug. “No problem. I’m not sure what I did but listen.”
“That’s what you did. I just really needed someone to listen. It’s part of the reason that I haven’t started anything with Pyro. I really like him and got to know him a bit when he was
