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like that. That lucky son of a bitch. But he shouldn’t be banging the enemy’s sister.”
    “He didn’t know,” one of the other guys said in passing.
    I nibbled down harder on my bottom lip, feeling anxious. I felt like this was entirely my fault, or at least ninety percent my fault since the bald man bullied me to run and get Aiden, which I stupidly did to.
    I ran my hands over my face and murmured, “I’m so sorry, Dave. I didn’t know he was part of the other gang. If did, I would have told him to leave the shop.”
    Dave shook his head. “You couldn’t have done a thing. Luckily, he didn’t bring a weapon. If he did, he could have killed you right on the spot just for pissing him off.”
    Indeed, I was lucky. This knowledge, however, did not reassure me at all.
    A couple hours passed before all of the boys went back to the workshop, but Aiden was still in his office. Probably stressing over the situation I put them in. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek for a whole five minutes before I finally stood up and knocked on my boss’s door. I waited, fidgeting, for him to bark out a “Come in!”
    “Aiden?” I said quietly, poking my head through the opening.
    He didn’t even lift his head up from the papers in front of him, as he barked, “What do you want?”
    “Is everything okay?” I immediately regretted the question that came out of my mouth.
    Aiden stopped writing and took a deep breath through his mouth, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked at me. “Do you think everything’s okay?”
    “Err, no. Look, I—”
    “Then why the fuck are you asking, babe?” Aiden growled.
    Shit. I seemed to bring out the worst in him all the time.
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
    It was seven past eight in the evening, and I was getting ready to go home when I saw that Kyla texted saying she had an emergency and had to drop Jack off at my dad’s. Although I was reasonable and could understand that life sometimes just happens, I could feel the rise of a headache settle in my skull.
    Rubbing my eyes, I fought the groan that threatened to spill past my lips as I grabbed my keys and locked up after me. On my way to my car, a familiar rumble brought my head up.
    I looked at the source of the noise and watched silently as a tall, blonde got off Aiden’s bike. His face turned toward the girl—her short, denim skirt rode up to the top of her pale thighs, and her top was tied into a knot exposing a flat stomach—and said something that made her throw her head back and laugh. Her smooth, pale neck glinted against the moonlight.
    I tore my eyes away and jumped inside the car, slamming the door after me with a loud bang. Jamming my car key into the ignition, I drove out of the parking lot, blocking out the blonde’s giggles that continued to echo around in my head. The last thing I needed was to see that man having fun after the hell he put me through today.
    I had no business with the Rough Riders Bikers, and I certainly did not want to mess with them either, but I was still pissed and hurt from Aiden’s yelling this afternoon. I knew I had fault in it, but to be called stupid in front of others wasn’t something I could easily forget.
    I reached my dad’s house in ten minutes. Having him live closer was always convenient and worked well for the both of us.
    With the ignition off, I hopped out of my car, A gush of wind blew past me, messing up my hair. I tucked a flyaway lock as I knocked on my dad’s wooden door, patiently waiting for him to open up.
    The door opened, and my father stood before me with Jack in his arms. My little man reached his tiny arms for me. I smiled at my son and retrieved him from his grandpa, pressing a kiss on his downy head.
    “Have you been good to papa?” I asked. Jack giggled in response.
    “Hey, Dad,” I greeted and pecked his stubbly cheek.
    “Did you just get off from work?” he asked as I followed him to the living room.
    I nodded. “Yeah. Has Jack eaten already?”
    My dad