Broken Crescent (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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never have made it this far if I had. What do you say we grab a coffee or something? I don’t feel like lingering around the house all day. I’m too antsy. You know I have a date tonight, right?”
It was Friday, and Afia had gone to mosque before going to her apartment. She had spent the entire week talking to Sam on the phone but avoided seeing him in person. It was part of her attempt to keep a low profile. At the thought of being home alone all night, however, she wondered if she could trust herself to be alone with him yet.
The girls drove over to the coffee shop where Bionca ordered a latté and Afia got tea. They settled at a table in front of the large plate glass window and stared out at the sleepy Friday afternoon. Afia nibbled at cookies, deep in thought, as Bionca prattled on about her new beau.
“I know it’s scary,” Bionca replied.
Afia looked up. The conversation had turned from Bionca’s courtship with Garrett to this. “What do you mean?”
“You’re worried about messing up or making a mistake. It’s natural. I’m worried about screwing up, too. I like this guy, but I don’t have a track record for holding onto a relationship. So, you know what I plan to do?”
“What exactly do you plan to do, Queen of Hearts?” Afia smiled.
“I plan to live it up, enjoy the moment. Love isn’t about forevers. It’s about now.”
“Wise words, friend. In the Quran, there is a scripture. It says, ‘I created you from one soul, and from the soul I created its mate so that you may live in harmony and love.’ I’m not really looking for forever, but I would like to know that he’s the one.” She stared wistfully out the window. It was complicated.
Bionca shrugged, carefree. “You’ll never know until you rule him out. That would be my approach…of course, I’ve ruled out a lot more men than you, but…” They burst out giggling. Bionca smiled softly. “I have a feeling it’s going to work out for you.”
“We’ll see. I’m going to my parents’ tomorrow. It remains to be seen whether Rayan will keep silent or not. I think he’s concerned about me telling them he’s been drinking, but he might not even care. He might tell them anyway.”
“Then, that’ll be a prime time to let them know you’re standing up for yourself and staking a claim on your own life instead of letting other people own you.”
“If only I could be as blithely confident as you.” Afia chuckled. If Rayan told her parents about Sam, she knew there was no staying with him. Bionca knew it, too, but it was nice to dream. “Anyway, I hope you have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she teased.
Bionca’s eyes lit up mischievously. “Oh, goodie. That means I can spend the weekend with him and make mad passionate love then, right?”
Afia covered her blushing face. “I’m going to need better friends,” she joked.
***
Saturday morning, bright and early, Afia hopped in her car and headed across town to the house of Rashad and Fatima Amini. She was ready to do battle. After laying out the ultimatum to Rayan, she had avoided coming home on Saturdays, but she couldn’t put it off much longer. There wasn’t much likelihood Rayan had kept mum, and as she climbed out of her car with a grim, resolute sigh, she wondered how much trouble she would be into when she walked inside.
“Ah! Afia!” Rashad opened the door to his lovely only daughter and drew her inside. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever! You’ve been too busy for us, little girl.” He flashed a mock stern expression like he had a habit of doing when she was a small child and up to something mischievous but not too terrible.
Afia flew into her father’s arms, discovering she had missed him. He hugged her tight. “Hello, Baba. You know I’d never get too busy for you. Where’s Maman?”
“Cleaning, cooking, the usual things.
It was Friday, and Afia had gone to mosque before going to her apartment. She had spent the entire week talking to Sam on the phone but avoided seeing him in person. It was part of her attempt to keep a low profile. At the thought of being home alone all night, however, she wondered if she could trust herself to be alone with him yet.
The girls drove over to the coffee shop where Bionca ordered a latté and Afia got tea. They settled at a table in front of the large plate glass window and stared out at the sleepy Friday afternoon. Afia nibbled at cookies, deep in thought, as Bionca prattled on about her new beau.
“I know it’s scary,” Bionca replied.
Afia looked up. The conversation had turned from Bionca’s courtship with Garrett to this. “What do you mean?”
“You’re worried about messing up or making a mistake. It’s natural. I’m worried about screwing up, too. I like this guy, but I don’t have a track record for holding onto a relationship. So, you know what I plan to do?”
“What exactly do you plan to do, Queen of Hearts?” Afia smiled.
“I plan to live it up, enjoy the moment. Love isn’t about forevers. It’s about now.”
“Wise words, friend. In the Quran, there is a scripture. It says, ‘I created you from one soul, and from the soul I created its mate so that you may live in harmony and love.’ I’m not really looking for forever, but I would like to know that he’s the one.” She stared wistfully out the window. It was complicated.
Bionca shrugged, carefree. “You’ll never know until you rule him out. That would be my approach…of course, I’ve ruled out a lot more men than you, but…” They burst out giggling. Bionca smiled softly. “I have a feeling it’s going to work out for you.”
“We’ll see. I’m going to my parents’ tomorrow. It remains to be seen whether Rayan will keep silent or not. I think he’s concerned about me telling them he’s been drinking, but he might not even care. He might tell them anyway.”
“Then, that’ll be a prime time to let them know you’re standing up for yourself and staking a claim on your own life instead of letting other people own you.”
“If only I could be as blithely confident as you.” Afia chuckled. If Rayan told her parents about Sam, she knew there was no staying with him. Bionca knew it, too, but it was nice to dream. “Anyway, I hope you have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she teased.
Bionca’s eyes lit up mischievously. “Oh, goodie. That means I can spend the weekend with him and make mad passionate love then, right?”
Afia covered her blushing face. “I’m going to need better friends,” she joked.
***
Saturday morning, bright and early, Afia hopped in her car and headed across town to the house of Rashad and Fatima Amini. She was ready to do battle. After laying out the ultimatum to Rayan, she had avoided coming home on Saturdays, but she couldn’t put it off much longer. There wasn’t much likelihood Rayan had kept mum, and as she climbed out of her car with a grim, resolute sigh, she wondered how much trouble she would be into when she walked inside.
“Ah! Afia!” Rashad opened the door to his lovely only daughter and drew her inside. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever! You’ve been too busy for us, little girl.” He flashed a mock stern expression like he had a habit of doing when she was a small child and up to something mischievous but not too terrible.
Afia flew into her father’s arms, discovering she had missed him. He hugged her tight. “Hello, Baba. You know I’d never get too busy for you. Where’s Maman?”
“Cleaning, cooking, the usual things.
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