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“No.” I shudder, then think for a minute. I’m not completely stupid or oblivious to danger, but I want out from under The Holy Trinity’s thumb. Or their watchful eyes at least. “What about if we go to…umm…Church?”
“You want to go pray? I thought you wanted to drink!”
“I do. It’s err…a bar in Hallow’s Creek.” My cheeks heat as I admit this to Lou, even though I know she’s not one to judge. I did a little research after meeting Saint. It’s his bar, and a hilarious play on words for multiple reasons if you ask me.
“Do you know it?” I ask the driver, catching his eye in the rearview mirror. He nods and we take off, Lou and I sitting back and doing up our belts.
“So we’re going to Hallow’s Creek to escape The Holy Trinity?” she eventually asks. I nod. “By walking into Gods’ territory?”
“You know that?” I blink.
“Everyone knows that.” She chuckles. “And the two are major rivals. Which is why your thang with Heracles was such hot gossip.”
“There is nothangwithHector,” I correct her. She smirks at me.
“If you say so.”
“I do. It was like, one kiss…”
“I knew it!”
“But it just wasn’t…them.” Oh fuck. Did I say that out loud? What is wrong with me?
“You do have it bad. We need to drink until you forget.”
“I think I’ll end up killing myself before that happens. Or my liver at least.”
“Meh, it’ll be worth it. Here.” She passes me a small makeup bag. “You might want to fix your face.”
“Thanks.”
I take out a makeup wipe and set to removing the silvery tear tracks from my face, glad that I used waterproof makeup in anticipation of the day being emotional. It was, just for all the wrong reasons.
When I’m done, Lou nods at the bag as if to indicate that I need to do more to my face, and so I pinch a bit of her lip gloss with a grimace.
Dissatisfied, she snatches the bag off me and passes me items to use one at a time. By the time she’s satisfied, the car is slowing down.
The bar we pull up to looks almost as run down as Saint’s shack we stayed in, but I know that outside appearances can be deceiving.
Lou turns to gape at me. “This looks like a biker bar,” she hisses, even though there’s no one around to hear or offend.
“It is.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Of course!” I lie cheerfully, reaching for the door handle and praying Lou doesn’t notice how much my hands are trembling. This was a really bad idea. But I’m down for anything if it distracts me from the pain pulsing in my chest with every breath I take.
I can’t just waltz into a biker bar in enemy territory and demand an audience with the club president, can I? He probably won’t even remember me, or care to help me out without Kaiden around cashing in favours. But we’re here now, and the Uber driver has made a sharp exit, probably tired of being at my beck and call all day. Lou shifts nervously on the pavement beside me. At least we look the part. Her with her edgy style and me with the boots, leather pants and jacket. Fake it til you make it, right?
Slipping my arm through Lou’s I guide us across the carpark which is full – and I meanfull–of bikes.
“You know, I’m starting to think this wasn’t such a good idea.”
“I know. My toxic trait is apparently running from my problems. But it’s a step up from fucking them.”
“Really? I thought your toxic trait was unaliving boys who’ve wronged you.”
I quirk a brow at her.
