Road from Ruin

Chapter Twenty One

DELTA

Two days pass on the road in a flash. We drive, we stop for gas and snacks, I make Red stop for a few landmarks— and then we find a cheap motel, make out a little, and go to sleep. He is clearly sticking to his word when he said no sex while I'm still married. I appreciate his opinion on this matter and I respect his actions but I can tell this is just as difficult for him as me. I fall asleep in his arms each night feeling his hardness pressed against my back. He told me the club lawyer sent my divorce papers to serve Dean, I just worry they won't be able to find him since he's apparently looking for me.

With my eyes closed, mind racing and the car radio quietly playing in the background I feel a big hand shake my shoulder. I open my eyes to see the sign for California.

"Almost here angel, two hours till we're at our hotel for the next two nights. Ready to relax?" He asks without taking his eyes off the road

"I've been relaxing since I met you." I laugh. "Three weeks of no work, just hanging out with you and the boys, drinking, eating, working on my car..."

"You've been freaked out. Stressed and hiding. Nothing relaxing about that. Your life is changin but today and tomorrow is just about us." He says as he reaches over, grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze.

Once we get to the hotel and get checked in Red has to leave for his club business. He says he'll only be gone an hour or two tops so I get changed into my bikini and head out to the pool with my book. I spread two towels out on lounge chairs for when Red gets back, making sure it's a shaded spot. A waiter comes by and I order a bottle of wine on ice, Red told me to relax— this is what I call relaxing. I pull my sunglasses down on my face, pick up my book, take a sip of wine and lay back in my lounge chair directly facing the pool.

RED

Leaving Delta physically hurts. I hate not being by her side and knowing that I'll be there to keep her safe. I slipped a pool waiter a 100$ bill on my way out to keep his eye on her, and to call me if anything happens. I feel strange driving up to this clubhouse filled with members I don't know, especially in a mustang instead of being on my bike. When I pull up to the bar I immediately see similarities between our clubhouse and theirs. I grab my vest from the backseat so they know I'm from a brother club, and make my way inside. Men who look a whole lot like me are strewn about, all with pretty little things in their laps. Fuck they really are built different down here in Cali, yet none of them come close to Delta.

"Can I help you brother?" A gruff voice calls at me from the side of the bar. I turn to see a massive bearded man with a PRES patch on his arm. I hold out my hand and wait for him to accept.

"Names Red, from the East club. Had a meeting set up with you, seems we might need your help." I say as he takes my hand and gives it a firm shake.

"Well let's grab this man a beer and get to talkin'." He says signalling the bartender. In seconds a pint of beer is placed before me as I take a seat to get this shit done.