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Standing, I offer her a weak smile. “See you then.”
I leave her office and head toward her secretary. After the next appointment is scheduled, I head outside.
I see him as soon as I step outside.
Bullet is leaning up against his bike with his ankles and arms crossed, waiting for me. I have mixed feelings when I see him. I love seeing him, but at the same time, I hate the reason why he’s here. I hate that he feels the need to make sure that I’m doingwhat I’m supposed to be doing. I hate that our relationship has changed as much as it has in the last couple of years.
Sighing, I walk toward him. “What are you doing here?”
“Just waiting on you,” he tells me.
Annoyance runs through me. “You didn’t really think I’d be here, did you? You thought I would ditch.”
He shrugs. “Well, we both know you have a history of not doing what you said you were going to do.”
His remark cuts deep. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help but take offense to it. When did I become the unreliable one? People used to be able to depend on me, but now they all look at me warily.
“Yeah, well, you can stand down. I told you I would be here, and I am. So you can stop worrying about me now.”
Bullet scoffs. “I’m always going to worry about you, Harlee. I’m not going to leave you alone, and I’m going to keep checking in because I fucking care. I want you to be okay, and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you are. Even if that means waiting outside of your therapy appointments to make sure you go. Besides, there’s something we need to talk about.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “What’s up?”
Bullet looks around before looking back at me. “Do you want to get lunch or something first?”
Unease starts to roll through me. “I’m not hungry. Just tell me what’s going on. You’re making me nervous.”
If there’s one thing I appreciate about Bullet, it’s that he never beats around the bush, so the fact that he’s taking his time tells me something’s wrong.
“It’s about your dad.”
My breath catches. My dad? Oh god, did he finally do it? Did he drink himself to death? Did he wreck his bike? Is he gone? Am I really an orphan now?
Bullet steps forward and rests his hands on my shoulders as he shakes me gently.
“Breathe,” he demands.
I take a deep breath and then another.
“Good girl,” he says in a low, calming tone as he brushes the hair away from my face.
“Jacob, just tell me what’s going on with my dad!”
“He’s going to rehab.”
I shake my head, caught off guard. Wait, what? Rehab?
“While he’s gone, you’re going to be staying at the clubhouse until further notice.”
I raise my hand, cutting him off. “Wait, back up. What do you mean he’s going to rehab? And what do you mean, I’m going to be staying at the clubhouse? Who the fuck decided that?”
“The brothers sat your dad down and told him that he needed to get clean, and he agreed. As for you staying at the clubhouse, it was the club’s decision. None of us wanted you to be on your own for however long he’s gone.”
“Wait, are you guys telling me that you set my dad down and had an intervention with him?” I ask, shocked.
“I mean, yeah, if you want to put it that way, I guess we did.”
My anger starts to rise. “Then you all decided I’m moving in with all of you?”
