Saving Dallas (Saving Dallas 1)

“Dallas?” Red answered sounding worried.

“Hey, Red do you have a minute?”

“Of course, what’s up?” It sounded like she stopped whatever she was doing and walked to another room. I thought I was prepared to talk to her, but I wasn’t sure this was the right time. I started to chicken out and make up some phony excuse as to why I called, but she interjected before I could. “Dallas, you can talk to me about anything. That’s what I’m here for.” Her voice had lowered and I could tell she was being sincere. I needed her. I needed a friend and although I had Lindsey, I needed someone on the inside to talk to.

“He won’t tell me anything,” I blurted out. “I have tried talking to him, but he keeps distracting me. I haven’t pushed him. I have only asked him a couple of times, but he doesn’t want to tell me anything. I understand that this may be none of my business, but I can’t help but feel that it is.” I sucked in a deep breath and waited for her response. I hadn’t realized it, but my eyes burned and I knew I would cry any minute. Damn. Why did I have to be such an emotional wreck?

“Yes, it is your business. You deserve to know the truth about what is going on. I was hoping Luke would tell you this himself, but since he wants to be an overprotective asshole, I’ll tell you.” I wiped the tears from my face and sat straight up in the vehicle. Red had my full attention. “As you know, Sunday night a man broke into Luke’s house. We figured he was hoping to catch him alone, but when he saw you he freaked out.” A chill ran through my body as I thought of how panicked Luke had become when he thought I had been hurt. I swallowed nervously, willing Red to continue. “We are not sure if the broken window on the club house was intentional or not. It may have been a deploy to get Luke’s attention or to see if you would come outside.”

Oh shit. Good thing I was not a light sleeper, because just like in all the scary movies, I would have gotten up to investigate.

“At the bar the other night, the woman Maddie was fighting with is an ol’ lady to a rival club. They are not allowed in Hattiesburg, but for some reason they have been showing up lately. We’re not sure, but we think it has something to do with Luke.” My mind started to spin as I remembered the red and gray colors the lady at the bar wore. They matched the ones on the motorcycles that passed my office just yesterday. Was that something I needed to share?

“Where were their men at?” I asked, silently praying she would say they knew where they were.

“Who knows? They are not allowed around these parts. The only way the girls pulled it off was by bringing their cuts in inside their purse. After the guys walked out they went to the bathroom to put them on. That’s when Maddie confronted them.”

“Red, I saw those guys,” I said softly. I didn’t want to start a war, but this seemed pretty important.

“What guys?” Red asked confused.

“The guys that wear red and gray cuts. They passed by my office yesterday just before Luke got there.”

“Did you tell Luke?” Red practically shouted at me.

“No, I didn’t think about it. I had no idea who they were.”

“Dammit Dallas!” Red yelled. I could hear someone who I thought was Regg in the background asking what was wrong.

“I’ll call you back.” The call ended and I was left wondering what crime I had committed this time. I was getting tired of them expecting me to act like I knew what the hell I was doing. I was new to all of this. How in the hell was I supposed to know who was allowed and who wasn’t. My phone rang distracting me and I glanced down to see that it was Luke. I cringed at the thought of him chewing my ass.

“Hello?” I tried to sound cheery, but my voice betrayed me. I sounded like my underwear was stuck in my ass.

“Hey baby.” Luke’s smooth silky voice took me by surprise. I was expecting his wrath, but instead he talked to me like he missed me and was excited to just hear my voice. “Dallas? You there?”

“Uhh… Yeah, baby. I’m here,” I stuttered. I was such a loser.

“I just got a call from Red. She was freaking out on me. Is there something you want to talk about?” Why was he being so calm?

“You’re not mad at me?” I asked cautiously. Maybe this was the calm before the storm.

“No, babe. Why would I be mad at you?” he asked shocked. Wow. This was a turn of events.