Page 63 of Defended By Bam
It was dark and quiet in the rest of the house. “Is someone staying?” I whispered.
“Hammer has to checkout at the real estate office and they won’t open for a while. A few guys are staying behind to ride with him. Everyone else is leaving now.”
Club business meant not for my ears, so I left it at that. But the abrupt exit in the middle of the night made me uneasy.
Allie was leaning against her SUV smoking a cigarette when we walked outside. It wasn’t as quiet outside as I expected this time of morning. And the night air was cooler than the last time I’d been outside, but some AC would be great.
I opened the door to Glenda’s car, and once Bama had Sofie buckled in, I leaned in and kissed her forehead. She squirmed a little, so I used her blanket to help make a spot to put her head.
After getting her secured, I walked to the driver’s side and hugged Glenda. “Are you okay to drive?”
She giggled in my ear. “Yes, not all of us got white girl wasted.” She pulled away, her dimples deepening as she smiled. “I went to bed early, too. I’m good. I wouldn’t drive her if I wasn’t.”
I squeezed her shoulders. “Thank you.”
Bama put his hand to the small of my back and guided me to the SUV. Looking around, the guys that were leaving appeared to be ready to go. “Hey, you sure everything is okay?”
He pulled my hand up, kissing my knuckles. “Yeah. Don’t worry. We’ll be home before you know it.” He leaned down, pressing his warm lips to mine. Closing my eyes like that had meteetering. “I got you,” he said, grabbing my shoulders to right me. “I love you. See you in a bit.”
He opened the door, helped me get settled, then kissed my cheek before closing the door. I laid the seat back, shifting until I was moderately comfortable. Bama walked around the front to talk to Allie.
She looked annoyed, rolling her eyes, then she froze briefly before shaking her head and saying something back. He didn’t raise his voice, but I’d seen him speak to some of the members with that look. He was serious and not backing down. The interaction was making me even more curious as to what was happening.
Allie flicked her cigarette butt, then got inside. After starting the car, she asked, “How’s your head?”
“A ball of pain. You?”
She waved me off. “I’m good. Found some pizza in the fridge. Nothing like carbs and grease to kick a hangover.”
“You’re so chipper, though.”
“Well, you’re just getting to have fun for the first time. I’m used to partying hard,” she said with a wink.
A few bikes pulled out, then Allie followed. Looking in the side mirror, Glenda was behind us, and the rest of the guys, Bama included, were tailing her.
“What’s going on?”
“Who knows. Standard answer.”
In unison, we said, “Club business.”
After a heavy sigh, I said, “At least we finally hung out. It’s been fun chatting, but it’s better in person.” We didn’t text often, but it was regularly. Mostly checking in on us, asking about Bama, and she told me about new decor at her place or the occasional date.
She didn’t date seriously from what I gathered, but there was nothing wrong with that. She was only a few years older than me.I wouldn’t trade Sofie for the world, but I certainly had to grow up fast once I had her. And then I had to go into survival mode for so long, and not just for myself, for Sofie, too.
Allie was right. I just really started living.
Chapter 34
Bama
Yesterday we got all the ladies settled, then had Breaker do some online searching before Hammer and Rogers made it back. I should have checked into that fucker from the beginning, but I was more concerned with having their old identities wiped clean. And I stupidly assumed once that was done, it would be the end of our problems.
Now not only had he tracked Linny to me, but used my sister to do it. And Allie lived in his area. He knew she was a dealer and must have followed her down to PCB. Unless he had some kind of tracker on her. Which was a whole other fucking problem because if he did, then he could follow it right to the clubhouse.
Obviously, he had all this information but chose not to act on it because he feared being outed as an abuser. Hell, part of me wished I just took him out at the gas station. But killing a cop in a well-lit parking lot wasn’t smart.Hittinghim wasn’t, honestly, and it took all the control I could muster to stop when I did.
He did what he set out to do, though. He got under my skin enough to discover they were with me. I never admitted it directly, but I said them, not her, when I threatened to end him. Still, he had a plan of some kind or he would have had a team after us. We just had to figure out what it was.
