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coursing through it. “Don’t you talk about me or her like that.” The look he gives his dad makes my heart skip a beat. 
    Galt’s back swells, like a cobra about to strike. “I made you, son. I can talk to you however the fuck I like. And when you put everything at risk for a nice, tender piece of virgin ass—”
    “Get the hell out of here. Both of you,” Jeff orders. He looks at Galt, then Chase, but never turns his eyes to me. I can’t stop looking at Chase. 
    My mind is a blur. I can’t think. I rub my lips with the back of my hand as if they’ve been scorched. The tingle of Chase’s kiss fills me completely. Chase won’t let go of me. Jeff pulls, hard. Galt just stares at us all, like he’s thinking. 
    I feel like the rope in a game of tug of war.
    Chase actually growls at Jeff, like a lion. “Don’t you touch her.”
    “If anyone has a right to touch her, it’s me. Not you. I’m the one that’s raised her,” Jeff says.
    I shake him off. “My mother raised me,” I spit out.
    Jeff’s eyes flash with something almost evil. I see a tiny bit of hurt in there, too. I don’t want to see the pain. Don’t want to know it’s there. My pain is so much worse. 
    And Chase makes that pain go away.
    “You leave or I call the sheriff,” Jeff says to Chase and Galt, holding up his phone.  
    “I’ll leave when Allie tells me to leave,” Chase says. Galt just rolls his eyes and makes a weird sound in his throat. Then he spits.
    I freeze. I want to run away with Chase, go to the bar, get my cash and just fly into the night. I could join his biker gang. We could live like...like...
    Like however bikers live. I don’t know how they live, but it has to be better than living with an angry Jeff.
    I stay silent, all of them looking at me. I wish they’d stop looking at me. The pressure is too much. I’m scared. As long as Chase’s hands are on me, I feel alive. I’m more afraid of feeling hopeless than I am of anything these men might do to each other. 
    Galt snorts again and says to Chase, “C’mon. She doesn’t even want you. See? Told you.”
    “I, I...” My voice fails me. I wonder what Galt said about me. I want to know why a group of bikers is talking about me. Most of all, I want Chase to make me feel safe again.
    “You’re the girl I didn’t expect to worry about,” Jeff spits out, starting to dial someone on his phone. He pushes me toward the house, away from Chase’s touch. Chase’s fists clench. 
    “Allie, say the word,” Chase says.
    “It ain’t her choice,” Jeff barks.
    I don’t want another fight. They look at each other like they want to kill each other. Do they all have guns? The thought makes me decide. 
    “Not now,” I whisper, looking at Chase with desperate eyes. “Later,” I plead. Don’t hate me , my eyes say. He’s angry, the skin under his eyes tight, his jaw knotted with something deeper than I understand. 
    He gives me a burning look as Galt shakes his head and starts his motorcycle. 
    Jeff drags me into the house. I stumble on the way in, like I’ve become one big block of concrete. I feel everything and nothing at the same time. The coldness where Chase’s skin touched mine feels like I’m dying. 
    “You stay away from Chase Halloway, you hear me? He’s the last damn boy you should be messing with,” Jeff says in a calm, cold voice, his finger an inch from my nose as he chastises me. 
    “Why was his father here?” I’m beyond being ashamed now. Something in me has crossed over to a different place. I’m not the same little girl Jeff bullied earlier today. 
    “Don’t ask questions.” Without another word, he storms off to his room and slams the door.
    I hear the bikes take off and peer out the window. The moon is still watching, but the shadows on its surface look like it’s smirking down on me.
    I sink to the ground and wrap my arms around my knees, the soft, worn cotton of Mom’s sweatshirt a balm against my cheek. By the time I