Page 54 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

“You’re welcome,” I shout as she roars away.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Rafe—

Sunday, I hear through the grapevine that Tori made an excuse and blew off brunch with the girls. Melissa gave me hell over that on the phone, telling me she didn’t know what I did to fuck things up, but she was sure I’d done something.

Today is Monday, and Charlie sends me home early to screw me out of any overtime for the two weeks’ pay period.

I get on my bike and head to the clubhouse, pissed off again.

Slamming inside the door, I make a beeline for the bar.

Green and Shane sit at the far end, talking with Cole and Crash. When they’re done, Cole and Crash stand and go down the hall toward Cole’s office.

Green and Shane move to me.

Green leans a hand on the bar, a longneck in his other. “Any word on what happened with that asshole we took care of the other day?”

“He hasn’t been at school all week. Tori heard he had to break one of the windows in his Porsche because he locked his keys inside.”

“Huh. How about that?” Green says with a grin.

Shane cocks his head. “You still thinking about that chick?”

Green nods. “He’s got it bad.”

“She’s dating some rich guy. Things are icy between us. She had a flat tire, and I got sucked into giving her a ride to the hair salon on Saturday. We’re barely speaking. I was supposed to give her a ride to school today, but she said she’d find another way.”

“Sounds like she wants nothing to do with you,” Green says. “That’s tough, kid.”

“Doesn’t look like that sits too well with you, bro,” Shane observes, studying me.

“Guess she’s gotten under my skin,” I admit.

Billy, TJ, and Marcus stroll in and stand, looking at me.

“What’s going on?” Billy asks.

Shane ignores him. “You want to get this girl, Rafe, you have to make a big statement.”

“Like what? I don’t think she wants her father knowing about us, and I’m not sure I’m ready to lose my job over something that might not last.”

Green’s brows shoot up, and I know he’s come up with some crazy suggestion. “Let’s pick her up at this fucking academy, then. Give her a ride home on the back of your bike. That’ll make a statement, right, Shane?”

Shane shrugs. “The six of us pull up at that place? I’d say so. I’d love to see the looks on those kids' faces.”

Billy grins at me. “I’m in. Let’s go.”

“Me too,” TJ adds.

“Hell, me too,” Marcus joins in.

Billy points a finger at Green. “And we’re not stopping for donuts, so don’t ask.”

“I’ll ask if I fucking want to,” Green replies.

“So, when does she finish with classes?” Billy asks.

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