Free Sophia Hampton - Withdrawal (Satan's Cubs Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Unknown

so I let it go. You seemed so good together. I am so sorry, Melanie.”
     
    Melanie nodded in appreciation. “Thank you, Martin. So, what happens now?”
     
    “Well, I think it’s important to get back on the wagon, but even if you fall off you need to be at the meetings. I’d like to see you two nights a week from now on. There’s another meeting on Tuesday nights if you can make it. I don’t run that meeting, but I will attend to support you. I will also try and get a hold of Andy if you’d like and at least see if I can get him to a meeting. I’ll understand if you don’t want him there, though.”
     
    Melanie perked up at the wonderful sound of that idea. “No, of course I want you to contact him. I’m really worried about him. Don’t tell him about me, though. But for sure get him to a meeting. He really needs it.”
     
    “And so do you,” Martin says with a sharp look and a soft smile.
     
    Martin stood up to leave, and they all stood up with them. “Thank you to the both of you for getting me here. You did the right thing. Never hesitate to call me in the future.” He shook both Caleb’s and Irene’s hands before they all walked him to the door and waved goodbye.
     
    Melanie could feel her mood begin to slip as silence came over the three of them that were left. What could she say to her friends that kept having to come to her rescue. A sorry was surely not good enough.
     
    “So, Caleb brought over some movie for us to watch and pajamas. We’re going to have a pajama party!” the way Irene said it made her sound like a girl in junior high. It actually made Melanie laugh.
     
    “Okay, why don’t you guys change and I’ll make some popcorn.” They both smiled and hugged her before disappearing into other rooms to get into their pajamas. Melanie walked into the kitchen and tried to focus on the moment at hand. If she thought about Andy’s well-being, she’d lose it. It was all up to Martin now.
     

CHAPTER TEN
    Andy pulled himself off his bike feeling victorious. It was the second run he’d done in a week and a half and they had just made it over the border into the United States. This run was going to be different as he was headed up to Dallas instead of Los Angeles, something he hadn’t done before. They were all pulled over a few miles north of the Mexican border taking a break. He could feel the buzz between all of them as they converged at the truck stop. They had been successful and hadn’t run into any warring cartels or gangs this time.
     
    Zoey was still the hero of the day though after her death defying stunt during the last run. It turns out she didn’t need a new bike. Her brother had taken her back immediately after the run to grab it. It didn’t even have any violations or anything on it, just a few scratches and chipping paint from vandals. Andy had promised her he would pay to get it fixed up.
     
    He watched from afar as the rest of Satan’s Cubs MC gathered in groups laughing and talking. Many were grabbing snacks and going to the bathroom. If he didn’t know better he’d think they were one big family going on a fun road trip. He couldn’t let it go on for long. They had to get the trucks going again, but he felt he owed them some time. He’d been so harsh to them lately, and he wanted to go off alone anyway.
     
    He walked up to Zoey, slipping some cash in her pocket and pretending to drop something on the ground. When he reached down to pick it up, he grabbed something small out of Zoey’s shoe before standing back up and walking off to the restroom. He still didn’t want his team to see how bad it had gotten, how much he needed it.
     
    Andy closed himself into the cleanest stall he could find, knowing nothing would save him from the awful smell. He sat down on the toilet fully clothed, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He remembered when he went to buy that last bit of cocaine from Zoey, how he had promised it would be the last of