food is amazing,” she says, sighing contentedly.
“ I'm disappointed, a good co-pilot feeds the pilot in the mouth,” he says, just to mess with her, “as soon as we got the food, you forgot your duty.”
“ Oops, you never said anything about that,” she sees his expression, and laughs, “you're kidding.”
She gathers the garbage into a bag and places it in the back. Then she settles back in her
seat.
“ Why did you become a biker?” she asks soberly. He thinks about how to answer.
“ The old club president was my friend, and he asked me to join. I had nothing else and he needed members who would be loyal to him,” he explains.
“ So there's always been inner fighting in the club?” she asks.
He remembers Marcus, his friend who'd always had high hopes for Rampage MC. He'd dedicated too much of his life to a dysfunctional MC. Then those hopes had gotten him killed.
“ They can't help themselves. Someone always thinks they can do a better job. My buddy, Marcus, died as president,” he says.
“ Do you think they'll stop coming after you?” there's worry in her voice.
His plan is to resign so that Nick can take over. Nick would have no trouble stomping any opposition and leading the ungrateful club would no longer be his problem.
“ The VP will take over. I'm done with their crap. After Nick takes over, he'll stop anyone from coming after me,” he says.
And he could live his life peacefully, with Sadie.
She sighs, “Thank God. Won't it be hard to leave your MC behind? You look way too relaxed for a guy who is on a biker gang’s hit list.”
Jackson hears concern in her voice, and he feels a tug at his insides. He's spent years imagining what his life would be like with sweet Sadie by his side. Now, he knows there is no going back. Sadie's life has always been hard, but now that she is his, he plans to give her the life she deserves.
He could plan and take back Rampage MC, but he doesn't want to. He wants a life with Sadie, and the five kids she was joking about earlier.
“ Not anymore, sweetheart. Those bastards don't know a thing about loyalty and brotherhood,” he says.
From now on, his loyalty belonged with Sadie and the future they would plan together.
“ How long will we have to hide?” Sadie asks.
“ A few weeks at the most,” he takes her hand and squeezes it, “then we can settle down where ever you want.”
Chapter Seventeen
Jackson drives through the night, and this time Sadie manages to stay awake with him. With the help of three large coffees, she keeps up a steady stream of conversation.
“ That's why I became a couponing machine,” Sadie explains.
“ Why didn't you just ask Sydney to cut back on the online shopping?” he asks.
“ It's a disease, I had no idea how to handle it. So I just helped channel all that obsessive shopping into couponing. Then, somehow, it became a competition,” she says with a shrug.
“ Tell me more about yourself,” he orders.
Everything she says is entertaining, even her take on why global warming is fake.
“ Like what?” she asks.
“ Favorite color?” Jackson asks.
“ My favorite color is Cerulean Blue,” Sadie answers.
“ Mine is black,” he says.
She makes a face at him, “Black?”
“ Favorite song?” Jackson asks.
“ The Imperial March ,” she says.
“ Star wars ?” he asks.
Sadie nods, “Also, my favorite movies. Yours?”
He thinks for a moment, “ Metallica .”
“ Movie?” she prompts.
“ Anything with aliens,” he says.
“ Have you watched a documentary about Sumerians and Aliens?” she asks excitedly.
No, “I meant action movies,” he says.
“ You have to watch it! There is so much evidence that links humans to Aliens. Aliens might have created humans as an experiment. Isn't that cool?” Sadie says, then launches into a detailed minute-by-minute account of the movie.
Six hours, and
Liz Wiseman, Greg McKeown