I raised a brow at her.
“All they did was help me move a mattress,” I said.
Sophie let out a hollow laugh.
“You just don’t want everyone to know that they showed up at my house last night,” she stated.
Wait, they did what now?
“You’re lucky you involved them,” Sophie continued, her voice dropping so only I could hear her. “I wouldn’t have dropped the charges otherwise. But this isn’t over, Deidra. You will forgive me.”
With that, Sophie turned around and stormed out just as angrily as she came in. I blinked at the closed door for a moment, trying to soak in what she’d just told me. Some of the MC brothers went to Sophie’s last night? Who? Void, Villain, and Psych? Why? For what? What did they do?
“Well, that was… something,” Deb said from beside me.
I turned my head to look at her.
“She said some of the brothers from the club showed up at her house,” I said. “You think I should tell them to back off?”
“Personally, I think you should thank them. Maybe even ask them to do more damage next time so she doesn’t feel comfortable enough to storm in here the very next day,” she replied.
“Deb,” I groaned.
“Okay, okay,” she said. “No, I don’t think you should. I think if you see them, you should thank them, but I doubt they’ll bother her anymore. From what you told me, it sounds like that one man was just keeping his word. He told you they had your back. You know that means the whole MC.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I agreed. “They just scared her into dropping the charges. She looked fine too. So, I shouldn’t worry.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” Deb nodded with a smile. “But you should go home and triple check that you have everything packed for your trip.”
“No, Deb,” I said, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. “We can go home together. After we close.”
Deb smiled at me before we went off to do our own things. My body was on autopilot, just going through the motions of the day, but my mind was filled with questions. All of them surrounding the Salvation Knights. Most of them surrounding one brother in particular. Not that I think he went to Sophie’s or anything, but thinking about his MC just brings him to mind. Those stupid blue-green eyes and that stupid handsome face.
Maybe some time away from this town will do me good.
Deidra’s P.O.V.
“You sure you have everything?” Deb asked for the millionth time.
“Yes mom,” I groaned like a bratty teenager.
Deb chuckled as she slid into the driver’s seat of the car. She’s driving me to the airport, which I feel a little bad about. I don’t like the idea of her driving all the way back here alone, but we had no one to even ask to come with us. Which makes me feel even more pathetic. My original plan involved Sophie taking me and Theo.
Aside from that, if I had more friends, I wouldn’t have to depend on Deb so much. I never realized how much my loner tendencies affected those around me until recently. I also never realized how much I depended on Sophie for small things. So many small things.
“You think we should stop by The Salvation Knights’ clubhouse, and thank them for what they did?”
I asked Deb.
“No, I do not,” she replied. “Only because we don’t have time. We’ll stop on the way back when you get home.”
“Ugh, fine,” I groaned.
“You sure you just don’t want to see a certain biker in particular?” She asked cheekily. “One that you happen to love to take your frustration out on?”
“Ew, why would I care about Jinx?” I asked with a disgusted face.
Deb chuckled under her breath as she drove down the street.
“Glad you didn’t argue about how you love yelling at him,” she commented.
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt.
“I do not yell at him,” I argued. “Only on occasion do I raise my voice at anyone.”
“Oh, right, right,” she said sarcastically, nodding her head as if she actually agreed with me. “You just mouth off to him as much as possible, rarely ever let him finish a sentence, give him your infamous death-glare-“
“My death-glare is far from infamous,” I cut her off with a laugh.
Deb shook her head at me, her focus remaining on the road.
“You know exactly what I mean, Deid,” she said.
I sighed heavily, knowing exactly what was coming next.
“Ya know,” she continued in a thoughtful tone. “You and Jinx have had this rivalry thing going on for so long that I knew exactly who that boy was when I moved here.”
“Deb,” I groaned, my tone pleading with her to not start this bullcr.ap.
“I’m just saying,” she replied lightly. “I think the two of you just perhaps, have some pent-up frustration towards each other… pent-up… se.xual frustration possibly…”
I turned my head and blinked at her. Her focus was still on the road, but her eyes flickered towards me for a moment. She huffed and then sighed as her shoulders sagged.
“He might be a good rebound,” she said and my jaw dropped. “Ya know, go have you a little fun.
Forget all about Theo and Sophie. Get all wild with the hot biker you’ve been frustrated over since you were in elementary school. Could be fun.
“Oh my god, you’re serious,” I stated when I realized she was indeed fu.cking serious.
“Oh come on, you two clearly have… something between you,” Deb said, throwing me a smile.
“Yeah, years of his stupid curse affecting me, a bitter baby momma who hated me, and his son that seems to rather spend all his time hanging around me than his own parents,” I replied.
“Curse?” She asked with a raised brow.
“They call him Jinx for a reason, Deb,” I muttered, crossing my arms and staring out the windshield.
“Yeah, but a curse?” she replied.
“Do you even know how first grade went for me because of him?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at the memories. “That was the year that I tore the dress Mom made me, got gum stuck in my hair and had to get it all cut off, broke my left wrist, got a black eye, and had to go to summer school.
And those were just the more major things. There were other things. Everyday things. Little things.
And all because of him.” I growled out the word. “All because he was pi.ssy that he got held back that year. We barely even knew each other before then. We only saw each other during recess at school or around town with our parents. But that year… That year was the first of many like it. I seem to always get the backlash for some reason.”
“Like… he’s your own personal jinx,” Deb mumbled. “Wow.”
“Uhm, what? No, absolutely not,” I rushed out. “Not my anything. I just happen to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Is that how you feel about Waylen too?” she asked.
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