blinked back at me in surprise for a moment before swallowing hard. "Okay, Iz. Whatever you want...just sit tight until I'm done. Then you'll tell me what happened, right?"
The best I could give him right now was a tight nod. He waited patiently for more, but when he realized he wouldn't be getting much else from me, opted to press a quick kiss into the side of my head before heading to church.
Yeah.
We were going to talk, alright.
CHAPTER FIVE
Baby Momma Drama
Caleb
I needed to get my head in the game and focus on getting through church, but as I sank down into my chair at the table, all I could see were Isabelle's eyes. Cold shards of blue glaring at me like I was the one who'd done something wrong, pissed at me for...I didn't know what.
"Let's get this shit straightened out," Marcus was saying now as he pounded the gavel and yanking me out of this current haze. "We all knew they would make a move, but I gotta say, I didn't really expect it would be like this. They're gonna play on every angle they can—money problems, safety concerns, any skeletons in their closets, whatever they can wrap their hands around."
"Lex doesn't have any skeletons in her closet," Dom chimed in and I could tell just from the wary glint in his dark eyes that he was feeling just on edge about all this shit as I was.
"Neither does Iz," I threw in and cast a tight nod in Dom's direction to let him know I was with him all the way on this one.
If there were any dark, dirty secrets in Isabelle's life, I would've already known about them. We wouldn't have come this far together if we kept secrets from each other. Lex wasn't an issue either, but...
"I think the real problem here is that we don't know what these girls know and what they don't," Heath was saying gruffly now.
"Nah," I shook my head and tapped my cigarette into the ashtray in front of me. "What matters is which one might talk. It's not gonna be Iz. And it's not gonna be Lex either."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Eli shifting anxiously in his seat and I couldn't blame him. If I were him, I figured a whole slew of nasty emotions would be running through me right now: anger at my brothers for not trusting my girl, fear of what would happen if everyone was right and I think, right about now, my mind would be working overtime to sift through everything I knew about her. Where she went when I wasn't around, who she spent her time with when she wasn't with me, what secrets she'd buried deep that I didn't know about.
"That's a pretty damn big assumption to make about my girl," Eli tossed out. His tone was calm and even, but everyone in the room and their mother could sense the undercurrent of malice there too.
"How well do you really know her?" I asked with a frown. I wanted to keep the peace, but I wanted this resolved more.
Eli shifted again and clamped his hands together in front of him. "How well do you really know yours, huh? She's only been hangin' around the clubhouse for, what, not even a year? The only reason she even showed up here in the first place was because of my girl and come on, am I really the only one at this table who doesn't see how outta place Caleb's girl is here in our clubhouse? She's not one of us. I'm sorry, bro, but she's more of an outsider than Becca is and we all know it."
I loved Eli Harris like a brother. I really did. But he was treading some serious fucking thin ice right now. My elbow rested on the table now and I rubbed my mouth with my free hand to mask the animosity rolling off me.
"I don't appreciate you pointing fingers at my pregnant old lady," I told him and did nothing to hide the darkness curling around each word.
"Alright, alright," Marcus called out, clearly wanting to diffuse the growing tension in the room. "What I don't appreciate is that all it took was them bringin' in three old ladies and now, you two," he gestured toward me and Eli, "are starin' each other down like you got an itchy trigger-finger. That's exactly what
The best I could give him right now was a tight nod. He waited patiently for more, but when he realized he wouldn't be getting much else from me, opted to press a quick kiss into the side of my head before heading to church.
Yeah.
We were going to talk, alright.
CHAPTER FIVE
Baby Momma Drama
Caleb
I needed to get my head in the game and focus on getting through church, but as I sank down into my chair at the table, all I could see were Isabelle's eyes. Cold shards of blue glaring at me like I was the one who'd done something wrong, pissed at me for...I didn't know what.
"Let's get this shit straightened out," Marcus was saying now as he pounded the gavel and yanking me out of this current haze. "We all knew they would make a move, but I gotta say, I didn't really expect it would be like this. They're gonna play on every angle they can—money problems, safety concerns, any skeletons in their closets, whatever they can wrap their hands around."
"Lex doesn't have any skeletons in her closet," Dom chimed in and I could tell just from the wary glint in his dark eyes that he was feeling just on edge about all this shit as I was.
"Neither does Iz," I threw in and cast a tight nod in Dom's direction to let him know I was with him all the way on this one.
If there were any dark, dirty secrets in Isabelle's life, I would've already known about them. We wouldn't have come this far together if we kept secrets from each other. Lex wasn't an issue either, but...
"I think the real problem here is that we don't know what these girls know and what they don't," Heath was saying gruffly now.
"Nah," I shook my head and tapped my cigarette into the ashtray in front of me. "What matters is which one might talk. It's not gonna be Iz. And it's not gonna be Lex either."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Eli shifting anxiously in his seat and I couldn't blame him. If I were him, I figured a whole slew of nasty emotions would be running through me right now: anger at my brothers for not trusting my girl, fear of what would happen if everyone was right and I think, right about now, my mind would be working overtime to sift through everything I knew about her. Where she went when I wasn't around, who she spent her time with when she wasn't with me, what secrets she'd buried deep that I didn't know about.
"That's a pretty damn big assumption to make about my girl," Eli tossed out. His tone was calm and even, but everyone in the room and their mother could sense the undercurrent of malice there too.
"How well do you really know her?" I asked with a frown. I wanted to keep the peace, but I wanted this resolved more.
Eli shifted again and clamped his hands together in front of him. "How well do you really know yours, huh? She's only been hangin' around the clubhouse for, what, not even a year? The only reason she even showed up here in the first place was because of my girl and come on, am I really the only one at this table who doesn't see how outta place Caleb's girl is here in our clubhouse? She's not one of us. I'm sorry, bro, but she's more of an outsider than Becca is and we all know it."
I loved Eli Harris like a brother. I really did. But he was treading some serious fucking thin ice right now. My elbow rested on the table now and I rubbed my mouth with my free hand to mask the animosity rolling off me.
"I don't appreciate you pointing fingers at my pregnant old lady," I told him and did nothing to hide the darkness curling around each word.
"Alright, alright," Marcus called out, clearly wanting to diffuse the growing tension in the room. "What I don't appreciate is that all it took was them bringin' in three old ladies and now, you two," he gestured toward me and Eli, "are starin' each other down like you got an itchy trigger-finger. That's exactly what
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