Keep It Classy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 7)

Because at this point, I wasn’t sure I was willing to agree with what I found when I did.

I sighed and walked up to the woman that was staring at her brand-new truck with consternation written all over her face.

“Why are you still here?”Chapter 7Have a threesome? No thanks. If I wanted to disappoint two people at once, I’d go out to dinner with my parents.

-Turner to a random man

Turner

I sighed at hearing the man’s voice that had been doing his best to annoy the crap out of me all night.

Not a second had gone by that I hadn’t felt his gaze on me, judging me for every little thing that I did.

“I can’t find my keys,” I said softly. “I’m going to have to call my dad tomorrow. For now, can you drop me off at Jubilee’s?”

And for some reason, that set him off.

He started laughing, and it wasn’t nice laughter, either. It was laughter…at me.

Which pissed me off.

“Oh, that’s rich.” He wheezed, wiping his eyes as the hilarity of whatever he was laughing at, hit him. “Do you know how to do anything without calling your father?”

And all of a sudden, I was pissed, too.

But before I could stop myself, I blurted it all out.

“Why? What does it matter if I call my father?”

I just couldn’t help it. I had to know why it mattered.

“You could’ve called a locksmith,” he said. “Or you could’ve called the dealership. Yet you chose to call your father.”

I narrowed my eyes at the annoying man.

“Because he has the extra set of keys in case this happens,” I growled, wanting to explain to the damn man that I was notorious for losing my keys, and my parents had not only an extra set of my truck keys, but also my car keys, my house keys, the keys to the funeral home, as well as a set of keys to my storage unit. “What is your problem with me?” I asked, fuming. “I don’t know what I’ve done to you all of a sudden to warrant this kind of nastiness. But I’m telling you, it’s not fair. I’ve worked hard to get what I have. So I have a new truck my dad gave me. You want to know what would’ve happened to it had I not driven it? It would’ve sat in his garage at home, gathering dust.” I paused, gauging his reaction to my words.

“You’ve worked hard?” he scoffed. “Did working hard get you your RV? Did working hard get you that truck? I’ll bet you’re spoiled fucking rotten.”

I shrugged. “I may be. But I’m not dumb. I don’t act like a spoiled little rich kid. I don’t spend my daddy’s money like I could.”

Castiel rolled his eyes at that comment. I swear he did it so hard that he had a real possibility of actually hurting himself.

“You wouldn’t know hard work if it kicked you in the teeth,” Castiel countered. “Daddy’s money has probably always been there for you. You don’t know what it’s like to struggle to make ends meet. You don’t know what it’s like to wonder when your next meal will be. Hell, I bet that you’ve never worried about money at all, because in the back of your mind, even if you run out of your own, you have him as a backup. You know he’ll always be there to bail you out.”

He had me there. I’d never wanted for anything in my life.

Not a damn thing.

Yet, I had been doing it almost on my own since I left the house at eighteen. He had no right to judge me. He didn’t even know me!

I had no clue what to say.

“By the way,” he said, suddenly gesturing to his bike. “I can’t take you to Zee’s. Tomorrow is the day they get married. I’m not taking away his last day with her by dropping you off with them.”

“They wouldn’t care,” I replied angrily.

“They probably wouldn’t, but I would,” he snarled. “I know what it’s like to have someone else always choose the best friend over the husband, and I’m not putting them into the position to do that.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I knew there was a story there, that there was something more going on here than even I knew. Something more than the eye could see.

Which was kind of comical. Here was a person that I had quite a bit in common with and he hated my guts due to something I’d probably never be privy to.

“So where am I going to go?” I asked, deflated.

“My place,” he answered.

I scoffed. “I’m not going to your place.”

He turned his back on me and started to walk to his bike. “Then you can stay here.”

I growled in frustration.

Then, just to piss him off and show him that I wasn’t scared of him, I stomped my way toward him and gestured to his bike.