The Thunder Wolves MC - Petal (Book #12)

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Petal

He liked me. He said as much in his speech. Then he basically asked me out before leaving. Saying he hoped I was willing to let him take me out sometime. Then he said he would understand if I didn’t want to before leaving me standing there, walking out the door. I was so taken off guard. How do I respond to any of this? He was an MC member, and I was a dancer at one of the MC’s nightclubs. It was in the rules we weren’t supposed to intermingle. What would that mean for me if I were to accept his invitation for a date? What would that mean for him? He said he was being moved to the other nightclub for now. Meaning he wasn’t going to be at the club tomorrow night when I was at work. He wouldn’t be there watching. Someone else was going to be there in his place. Another MC member was going to be on the floor in his place.

I couldn’t help but wish my mother was still around. She had been my best friend. If she was still here, I would call her and ask her for advice. What do I do? Do I risk it and go out with him? Or do I not? If I was to listen to what my father said earlier in the day, going out with Finch was a bad idea. He would bring me nothing but heartache. Yet I don’t believe that for one second. I don’t know why. I don’t know much about him. But there was something about him that just felt right. Like we were meant to be in each other's lives. Or maybe I was just overthinking it. I mean, let's be honest here. I may have slapped him after he kissed me the other night. But that doesn’t mean I have forgotten about it. How could I? It was the best damn kiss of my life, and I could so go for his lips on mine again. Not that I would outright tell him that right now, but still. It had me wondering if he was just as good at other things.

Frustrated, I made sure my front door was locked. Sure that it was, I went into the kitchen, pulling a small container of ice cream out of my freezer before making my way into my room. Climbing in bed, I turned back on the last show I was watching. I didn’t stay there long. Just long enough to get the second bite of ice cream in my mouth before I gave up in frustration. It just wasn’t the same without my mom here. I needed to talk all this out. The problem was the only other person I knew well enough that I would be willing to share all this with was also a dancer at the club and was working tonight.

Climbing out of bed, I shut my show off, taking my ice cream to the freezer. Grabbing my keys, I headed out of my apartment. Making my way to the only place I could think about being. I needed to talk this all out, and if she wasn’t here to come to me, I was going to her. She would listen if she wanted to or not. Not that she wouldn’t listen if she were still around. And I knew she wouldn’t be able to answer me, but I didn’t care. I needed someone to listen to me. The drive wasn’t long. My mother was buried in the graveyard that is set just before you leave town. From my apartment building, it was a good ten or so minutes' drive. Once to the cemetery, my mother’s gravesite was a little way inside but easy to get to.

Parking my car, I walked over to my mom’s grave. Her headstone was nothing fancy. It was simple, with her name, along with the day she was born and the day she died. She didn’t want anything else on it. I should have done more, but I was trying to follow her wishes completely. Sighing, I paced the small area between her grave and the person buried below her.

“What do I do? Huh? I didn’t think liking any of the guys was something I should ever let myself feel. But if I am being honest, I like him. And if I am to believe what he said today, he has liked me for a while now. But we aren’t supposed to date. It’s part of the rules for the club. I know that hasn’t stopped some of the girls from trying to go after some of the guys, but still. If I chose him, I would have to quit dancing. He already admitted to being jealous. But I like dancing. If you were here, what would you say? Hmm?”

Stopping, I looked back at my mother’s headstone. What would she say if she were here? Probably something like, “Darling, when you finally learn to let go of the things that don’t matter, you will discover all the things that do.” Then she would probably say something about following my heart and how all I need is love. Once I have love, everything else will fall into place.

Letting my head fall back, I stared up at the sky for a few seconds before looking back down at her gravestone. Sighing, I shook my head.

“Dad is so not going to like this. I hope you know that.”

Pulling my phone out, I opened the messenger application. Selecting Finch’s number, I typed out a short message. Then, I stared at it for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and hitting send.

“One date. One chance. I don’t do possessiveness or deal with jealous boyfriends.”

His response was nearly instant.

“Understood. Does Thursday at seven work?”

Glancing up at my mom’s gravestone, I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I hope you're right about this.” Looking back at my phone, I responded to his message quickly before I could think too much about it.

“Yes.”

Again, his response was nearly instant.

“I will pick you up at your place.”