Page 25 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Seventeen
Savannah
I walkthrough the clubhouse doors and go straight to the bar. Raze and I would have kissed had our friends not come outside. I shouldn’t be letting my guard down so soon, but with Raze, I find myself feeling safe. I’m so in my head, I don’t see Lo walk up until she talks.
“You look like you could use this,” she states as she places a drink in front of me. Resting her elbows on the bar, she looks at me, trying to read my face. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I take a deep breath. “We almost kissed.”
“I knew it!” she squeals. “Wait, you said almost. What happened?”
“Rivet, Tink, and some of the guys walked outside,” I tell her. “As soon as I heard the door open and music pouring out, I moved away from him.” She actually looks disappointed.
“So what happened next?” she pushes for more. I laugh at her. Of course she wants to know more. I tell her about what Hollywood said.
“I’m mean, he’s not lying,” she tells me and shrugs. “I could feel it when y’all were in here talking.”
When I don’t respond, she pats my hand and walks away to check on other people at the bar. I take a sip of my drink. There’s so much on my mind, and I really don’t want to think about any of it. My brother in the hospital. The anonymous text message. My attraction to Raze.
“What are you over-thinking about?” Buster asks as he sits down next to me.
“Why do you think I was over-thinking about something?” I shoot back. I was over-thinking but I won’t admit that to him.
“You seem off. I just wanted to check on you. It’s just me here. You know you can talk to me, right?” he asks, looking concerned. I sigh.
“I got an anonymous text when I was napping earlier,” I whisper to him. His eyes almost bug out.
“What did it say?” he asks and I tell him.
“There was also a picture of me standing in front of the clubhouse attached,” I say.
“Have you told anyone else about it yet?” he questions, and I look away from him. And he knows. “You haven’t.”
“Not yet . . .” I start.
“Savannah.” I glare at him for using my full name as he places a hand on my shoulder. He has a seriousness to his tone. “If that jackass is after you again, you need to tell your Pops. You of all people should know that he has more resources to help you.”
“I didn’t want to tell him yet. He’s already dealing with the Iron Lords and Jager being in the hospital,” I explain to Buster. “I’ll tell him, just not yet.”
“Okay, so how about we talk about Raze,” he suggests and I roll my eyes.
“There’s nothing to talk about, B,” I tell him and he laughs.
“Alright, if you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine. But here he comes,” he says, motioning to where Raze and Saint are walking inside. They’re walking right toward us. I face the bar and take a hefty sip of my drink. I feel Raze walk up behind me.
“Are you doing alright, Kitty?” he whispers in my ear. I nod. He lightly kisses the spot below my ear, causing me to bite my bottom lip. “I’ll be back for that kiss we didn’t get.” Before I can respond, he walks away.
“Nothing to talk about, huh?” Buster says with a smirk.
“Oh, shut up,” I tell him, trying to fight back a smile and failing.
“I like seeing a real smile on your face. I’ve missed that.” I know what he means. I’ve put on more fake smiles recently than I care to admit.
“I have too,” I tell him. He leans over and bumps my shoulder with his.
“Can I get y’all another drink?” Lolita asks us.
“Yes, please,” Buster replies to her.
