Whiskey's Second Chance

23: Lies Upon Lies

Kayla POV

After making Whiskey a pot of coffee I headed to Killer's place and found Tiger curled up on the couch watching tv. Sitting next to her, we sat in silence for the next hour, enjoying the quiet.

Eventually, Tiger turned off the tv, giving me a small smile. Her exhaustion was evident, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. "Sorry, when I get overwhelmed, I give up and call it quits. So, that's what I did and I've done nothing as far as wedding planning," she sighed, leaning against the couch.

"I don't blame you," I laughed out. "I would be so fucking overwhelmed I wouldn't know where to start. But you know we're all here to help with whatever you need, right?"

She rubbed her eyes under her glasses, dragging her eyelids down, and we burst out laughing at the sight. We laughed until our abs hurt and our faces hurt from smiling. This is what we needed, to let go, not worry, and have a night where nothing else mattered.

"Alright, enough about me and my stress. How are you doing? Has Whiskey asked you to the wedding yet?" she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

My cheeks turned red instantly. Talking about a guy I have feelings towards is outside my comfort zone and I didn't know what to say. "Well, I like it here. Work is going well, and I finally feel like I'm settling down and finding my way again, if that makes sense."

Tiger nodded her head, "And..."

"And Whiskey...I don't know. This is the first time I have been in a situation like this.

I don't even know what we are...I just feel lost," I said truthfully.

"Kayla, don't think just because I am getting married that I have been in a relationship like this, either. They're all one big family, filled with brothers who aren't blood, and an unbreakable bond between them. But I will say that when a Rider chooses you, they are choosing you for life. Once a Rider, always a Rider," Tiger assured me.

As much as Tiger tried to reassure me and make me feel better about Whiskey, it didn't. The only way I am going to feel better about it all is to talk to him, but with everything going on, now is not the right time. He's out doing god knows what, and I have a meeting to focus on tomorrow.

"Thanks, but I can't worry about that right now. Tomorrow is our big meeting and we need to focus on that. I should go get some rest," I said, getting off the couch.

"What meeting?" Tiger asked, genuinely confused.

Did she not know about the meeting? Was I not supposed to tell her? Shit. "Just a work meeting. That's all," I quickly answered.

"Kayla...you're a terrible liar," she laughed, throwing her head back against the couch. She wasn't wrong. I am a terrible liar, unless my life depends on it. But I couldn't lie to Tiger.

I let out a breath and a small laugh, "Not wrong there...we have a meeting with the Devil's Disciples tomorrow. Killer asked me to bartend and listen during the meeting. Nothing super exciting, I promise," I stated.

Tiger's whole demeanor changed as I explained, and now she was fuming. She threw back the blankets, death gripped her cellphone, and hopped over the back of the couch.

"Awww hell no!" she yelled, slamming the front door behind her.

Well, fuck me. Killer and Ace are going to skin me alive when they realize I told her. But how was I supposed to know?! Can't do anything about it now...except warn them.

Getting off the couch, I took out my phone and called Killer as I headed upstairs. After the second ring, he picked up.

"What's wrong?"

"Um...I didn't know I wasn't supposed to tell your sister about the meeting tomorrow..."

Killer let out a groan on the other end of the line and I knew I had fuckep up. "And she's on her way to you now. I'm so sorry, Killer, I didn't know or else I would have-"

"It's okay Kayla, like you said you didn't know, and I know better than to not tell her. Don't worry about Tiger, just get some rest, okay?" Killer said. All I could do was agree and crawl into bed.

*****

The only members at the bar the next day were top members of Riders and Disciples, while Tiger and I served as bartenders. I did my best to stay in the kitchen or behind the bar, out of sight from those here, while Tiger did most of the serving. The guys didn't know I knew most of the Disciples there, nor did I want them to recognize me and say something. My life here has been better than I could have ever imagined, and I didn't need Disciples ruining it now.

Six hours later, most of the guys were drunk, and the shop talk had concluded for the day. Killer asked Tiger and me to leave before things got out of hand and they caught us in the middle.

We cleaned our areas and were almost done when the one person I had been avoiding found me; Razor. The Disciples' version of an enforcer, but far worse.

He closed the kitchen door behind him, leaving us alone. His dark, powerful eyes met mine, and all I wanted to do was run. Leaving everything and everyone behind, never looking back. But I stood frozen in place. My feet refused to carry me away. My mouth remained closed, even as his enormous arms trapped me against the counter.

Razor's hot, sticky breath tickled my ear. "Do I know you, baby?"

I shook my head no as the mix of tobacco and liquor filled my nose, causing me to choke down a cough. Razor leaned down, his lips grazed my ear, sending shivers down my body.

"You're a terrible liar. I always remember the ones that get away. Let alone one as sexy as you."

The surrounding air became thick and my lungs seized up, as all the air rushed out of them. With Razor standing over me, staring down at me, knowing that I am "The one that got away", terrified me beyond belief. How he could remember me from years ago with such clarity concerned me.

If he recognized me so easily, did the others? What will Razor do now? Will he rat me out to the others? There is no way Killer would save a girl he just met, let alone one who hasn't been entirely truthful...

The kitchen door burst open, and Whiskey stood in the doorway. Anger pulsed through him as he saw me trapped between Razors' arms.

"Kayla, Tiger is done. You need to leave. Now."

Razor dropped his arms, but didn't move, only allowing me enough room to squeeze past him, but still forcing me to touch him. "I'll be back for you, Kayla" he whispered, as I slipped past him, and beeline for the door. Whiskey's eyes never left me questioning what had just transpired, but I said nothing.

Tigers' hand sought mine as she tugged me to the car, pushing me in, and sped off. We didn't speak the entire ride home. I just wanted to be alone. To breathe again and figure out my next move. But one thing is for sure, I can't stay here any longer.