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Chapter9
We arrived at the bar and there weren’t a lot ofpeople there. Lauren and I choose a spot where we could easily be seen, and she told Pat to text Carter, to let him know I was there again. He looked nervous, and he knew he wasn’t supposed to serve us, and instead he was supposed to refuse us. He did as he was told, but gave us couple of beers anyways. I waited, and surprisingly it only took about 15 minutes before I heard the sound of his motorcycle coming into the parking lot. Instead of hiding like the night before, I turned around and faced the door, crossed my legs and waited for him to walkin.
He walked in and his eyes were on me immediately. He was eyeing my stilettos and licking his lips, but his fists were clenched. He strode over and ran his hand through his hair, and put his hands on the bar, blocking mein. “Are you fucking crazy Avery, I told you to stay the fuck away from this place because it’s dangerous” he said intensely, looking me over. I took a few seconds to reply, trying to sense what his true feelings were under the anger.
“You left mein bed this morning because you said that I don’t belong in your world. You don’t think that I can fit in, or that I am able to handle what you do for a living” I explained, trying to sound cool and calm even though I was shaking inside. “Carter I’m here to show you that I can be anything that you need or want me to be, and I can fit in anywhere.” I stated. Lauren looked at me gaping, not able to believe what she could here out of my mouth.
Carter pulled me up offthe barstool and out ofthe bar, walking towards his bike. “Avery you can’t do this, you have dreams, you want to be a big journalist in the city, you can’t have a biker boyfriend following you around, doing illegal deals and coming home at night when it’s convenient” he said, looking past meso he didn’t have to make eye contact with me.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, and pressed my head against his chest. “Carter you are the one forme, from the time I was 17 years old until now, and I am not going anywhere. I can go to school on the west coast and I don’t have to leave in the fall. You don’t have to be a biker for life, and I know that you would want to come home tome every night. You are the one who is trying to push me away, but you should stop and let this happen, you should stop and let us be together.”
My mother looks out the window with disapproval as we hear Carter’s motorcycle come up the drive. It was hard to explain to her that I was in a relationship with the son of her former husband, and I am sure he was thrilled either if he knew. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door, smiling from ear to ear as I saw Carter waiting forme. I kissed him passionately while he sat on the bike, and let him squeeze me tight. He handed me a helmet and I put it on, and then I got on the bike behind him. I loved wrapping my arms around his waist, and I laid my head on his back as we pulled out ofthe driveway.
Riding on the open road with him was one ofthe best parts of my day. We had decided that we were going to try to see this through, even if we were going to face struggles and barriers. I was going to start school in the fallin San Diego, so I wouldn’t be thousands of miles away, and Carter was going to try to get out ofthe motorcycle gang, but we knew that it was going to take time.
We tried to keep our relationship out ofthe eye of his gang, because we didn’t want me to become a target if something were to go bad with a deal or arelationship with other gangs. His life was still very dangerous and the fact that most activities were illegal still weighed on my mind. I wanted to be supportive, but I couldn’t get dragged down in one of his affairs. Were able to keep things hidden as long as we stayed in Oceanside were there were enough people that we didn’t stick out. Although his sexy body, killer smile, striking blue eyes and tattoo sleeved arms were hard for anyone to miss when we walked into a public place together.
We figured that as soon as he was able to get out, and as soon as we could be free, I would for a job somewhere in another city, probably out ofCalifornia, and then we wouldn’t have anything to worry about.
My friends found it odd at first that I was going to start a relationship with my step brother, but they didn’t know about the past history we shared, and how much I honestly cared about it. I felt that my years of being the shy quiet writer were part of having a broken heart, because I was honestly incomplete until we were able to get back together. You can’t avoid people that you love and care about because you think that they are too different for you, and instead you need to work together to figure it out. This it he first man that ever had mein his bed, and I hoped he would be the last.