Page 54 of His Loyal Rebel

Chapter 19

Twyla

Brandy stepped closer. Twyla looked at the other waitress, seeing her stare out the front window of Mama Jean's Pie Shoppe.

"Am I going crazy, or does that biker sit out there every day?" Brandy closed the pie case. "I mean, I haven't worked in two days, but last week, when I was here, he hung around the entire time."

Twyla gazed outside. "It's my boyfriend."

"What?" Brandy grabbed her wrist. "I thought you were going out with that one rough-looking dude. This one is hot."

She slipped her order pad into the pocket of her apron. Whip was off-topic and someone she wanted to keep to herself. The fewer people who knew about them, the better— since it seemed as if being around him brought all kinds of trouble.

"So...like did you cheat on him with his friend?"

"What?" She gawked. "No. He's someone from a totally different motorcycle club."

"I'm sorry. That was rude." Brandy grinned impishly. "What do you do, go around to each club, looking for boyfriends?"

Wounded by the comment, Twyla pressed her lips together. It wasn't that way. She hadn't looked for a boyfriend or set out to meet Whip. He'd approached her.

"Hey, I'm only teasing. Don't take anything I say seriously. I'm the one without a boyfriend and have no room to talk." Brandy shrugged. "Your guy is sexy. Like, seriously, hunky. Does he have a friend?"

She opened her mouth and couldn't find the answer. There were a lot of Tarkio members, but there were danger and secrets and a lot of things a normal woman wouldn't find appealing.

"Not really," she mumbled.

Whip's so-called friends were more like brothers. They were family to him.

Not having good relationships with her mom, dad, and sister, she envied the closeness and affection she witnessed at the clubhouse between the men and even the women.

Heaviness settled in her chest. She turned away from the window. "I need to use the restroom. Will you cover for me?"

"Sure. It's almost time for your break, anyway. Go ahead and take your time." Brandy caught her arm before she could escape. "I'm sorry. I was being funny about your boyfriend and didn't mean to hurt your—"

"You didn't. I'm fine." She managed a smile, wanting the conversation to end.

Absconding to the back of the restaurant, she dived into the bathroom and shut the door. Because of the way Whip made her feel, she'd ignored a lot of the reasons why she was made to stay at the clubhouse.

She'd easily believed Whip about the danger to her because she'd seen Big's dominating personality herself. But, they were bikers. Personality-wise, Whip and Big was different. But they both worked for their respective club.

For the last couple of weeks, she'd accepted staying at the clubhouse because she had nowhere else to go, and Whip wouldn't let her go look for a place to rent on her own. Leaving the bathroom, she went into the breakroom and got her purse out of the locker.

Pulling out the piece of paper with Ringtail's phone number, she sat down by the phone in the corner of the room and called her sister. Something was bugging her, and she had no one she could ask but Angie.

Hating to make the call, but knowing she wouldn't relax until she found out, she held the receiver to her ear and listened to the rings.

"Yeah?" answered Ringtail.

"Can I talk to Angie?" she asked, clearing her throat.

He paused. "Yeah, hang on."

She tapped her foot. Every time she turned around, she made the wrong decision and got herself deeper in a bind. She hoped asking her sister for help wasn't another one.

"Hello?"