Table of Contents
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Behind The Facade Book 2Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Trust Me
A Bad Boy MC Romance
Cristal Pierre
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Copyright
Author Note
1. Candace
2. Ty
3. Candace
4. Ty
5. Candace
6. Ty
7. Candace
8. Ty
9. Candace
10. Ty
11. Candace
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CHAPTER ONE
Candace
I had never seen someone get so angry, so quietly, as the librarian at the Penn State Paterno Library.
She was a skinny old woman with a hook nose and reading glasses on a lanyard. Her lips were puckered so tight that they practically disappeared in her face, leaving behind a small asterisk shape where her mouth used to be. Her high cheekbones were red and her eyebrows were drawn so far down that I could barely even see her eyes. She somehow managed to achieve all of that by just glaring at my boyfriend.
In fact, everyone in the library was glaring at him, including myself, as he paced up and down the area in front of the circulation desk, talking loudly on his Bluetooth headset.
"I know, Manley, I was talking to my broker this morning, but he refused to sell, he said it was preposterous—"
I had been in the library poring over my most recent assignment. I was doing a research paper about lead poisoning in low-income communities and how it affects childhood development and behavioral health. I was into the subject, being a passionate grad student in the social work program at Penn State, but the research phase of the assignment required my full concentration. Unfortunately, whenever I was with Brad, he would settle for nothing less than my undivided attention. When he came to the library to “study with me," and I actually focused on studying, he thought it would be a good time to call one of his rich friends and have this embarrassingly loud, over-privileged conversation.
See, not so long ago, Brad had been one of the most wonderful guys I'd ever met. When we first started dating, he was attentive, sweet, and complimentary. He treated me better than any other guy I'd known. Moments like these, I wondered where that wonderful boy had gone, and when had he been replaced by this childish monster? Things had been getting rougher and rougher over the last few months. It didn’t help that I was working my ass off to keep my grades up since I was only in grad school by the grace of a full-ride scholarship.
I knew he would stop if I paid attention to him, but I knew if I did that, I would only validate his behavior, thereby signaling him that this kind of stuff was okay with me. I felt so stuck, so anxious that my meager lunch was threatening to come back up if something didn't give. The librarian's infinite patience finally snapped and she marched out from behind her desk, tapping Brad on the shoulder. He whirled around and scowled at her, gesturing at his headset.
"Can you please take your conversation into the hallway?" the librarian asked, folding her arms.
Brad mouthed the words, I'm on the phone to her.
I buried my face in my hands as he continued talking, humiliating me even further. His voice was so loud. Every syllable was like a cheese grater on my already raw nerves. I didn't need this shit. It was the last week before spring break, for crying out loud, and I had so much work to do. Why couldn't Brad behave like a decent human being just this once? Was that too much to ask?
A little bit of my lunch actually regurgitated into my throat, so I leaped to my feet and marched over to Brad. I shoved him in the shoulder, my patience completely gone. "Brad, you big idiot, you're in the library. Either shut up or go outside, you're disturbing everyone."
"Oh, sorry baby doll," he cooed, "I didn't realize I was that loud. Manley and I are excited about this investment—"
"Yeah, hun, that's great. Can you please take it outside?"
Wounded that I had interrupted him, Brad pulled his face into a childish pout. Lucky for him, he was beyond gorgeous. He looked like Ashton Kutcher, Brad Pitt, and Channing Tatum all rolled into one, but cuter. He knew all too well, that all he had to do was pout at me and I would melt. And I did. Every. Single. Time. I hated myself for it, but when he stuck his lip out like that and gave me the puppy eyes, I swear to God, I could feel it in my ovaries.
"S-sorry... sorry," I mumbled, shaking my head, wondering how I ended up apologizing to him, "I didn't mean to snap. C'mon." Like the big baby he was, only when I took his arm and dragged him out of the library did he cooperate, continuing his conversation until we got into the hallway.
He chose that moment to hang up.
"Sorry babe, but you know, important guy talk," Brad said, removing the Bluetooth piece from his ear.
"Yeah, it sounded really important," I said, fighting the urge to roll my eyes because I knew that would set him off. "Look, hun
, if you don't want to wait, why don't we meet up later? I really need to finish this paper. It's the final section of my research midterm and—"
"Fine. Although, you said you wanted to study together. I guess you just don't want me around." Brad hung his head once again and looked away. It was like being punched in the gut. I instantly felt guilty as hell.
"It's not that, I just have a lot of work to do," I said, taking his hand. "You know I want to spend time with you."
"Sure," he said, sounding completely unconvinced. "Dinner, then?"
"Yeah, that'd be great. Let's meet up in a couple of hours and go for pizza. I can't remember the last time I had something other than protein bars and microwave dinners." I smiled at him. "And after that, we can go back to my place and... I dunno, watch a movie or something? You know, cuddle?"
"Sure," he said with a nod, "sounds good."
"Okay, let's meet at Tony's in my neighborhood. I'll be there around six."
"Okay." He leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Have fun studying, babe."
"Fun. Right… See ya." I kissed him back and watched him walk away, admiring his ass while I wondered how it was that I had never seen Brad studying or doing coursework of any kind, ever. How did he manage to stay in school without ever doing any of the work? Then again, there were plenty of nasty rumors going around, about how Brad's family paid and bribed his way through school. I didn't want to believe them, as I was in the habit of giving everyone the benefit of the doubt multiple times over, but I was in such a crappy mood that day, that I almost let myself believe it.
Almost.
***
Video Call later?
A text from my best friend, Nina. She still lived in Philadelphia with her folks since they couldn't afford to send her to school and she hadn't gotten a scholarship. She took classes at the community college here and there and worked part-time at a garden center. Her dream job was to become a landscape designer, but work in that field was scarce, to say the least, especially right in the middle of the city where most "landscapes" were tiny, three-by-three squares of dirt in the middle of the pavement. Nina, however, insisted that there was plenty of work in the suburbs. She'd even landed a couple of gigs out there, doing maintenance work on people's yards, but not the grand landscapes she always envisioned in her mind. We talked over phone a couple times a week, and I knew she needed it. She'd just broken up with her Girlfriend and was struggling with depression. Once again, I felt that anxious nausea because I had already promised to spend the evening with Brad.
Date with Brad. Maybe later tonight... will you be up late? Let me know. Hope you're doing okay.
I was already at Tony's and my stomach sounded like a garbage disposal as it gurgled and rumbled. The pizza smelled absolutely amazing and I couldn't wait to have some. I was even trembling a little since I was so hungry, but I knew Brad would get offended if I didn't wait for him. It was quarter after six and he still wasn't there. My head was starting to hurt from the tantalizing aroma of pizza. I couldn’t stand to wait a moment longer as I contemplated whether to call him or just go ahead and order. At twenty past six, I succumbed and dialed his number, my forehead pressed against the cool melamine tabletop as the phone rang.
It went to voicemail.
"Hi baby, it's me. I'm at the restaurant. I'm really hungry so I'm going to go ahead and order. Please don't be upset, I'm just... like... ready to faint. Okay. See you soon."
I got dizzy as I stood up to go to the counter and order. I looked at the slices behind the glass case and then at the enormous picture of an entire cheese pizza, seductively oozing with cheese, that hung above the cash register.
"I'll have the large cheese pizza," I said, almost in a daze, already fantasizing about having the leftovers for breakfast.
I paid and got a soda, sitting back down at the table. The sugar helped me feel better enough that instead of focusing on my hunger, I could wonder and fret about Brad. Where was he? All afternoon I'd been looking forward to spending the evening with him, chatting and eating pizza, forgetting about school for a while. Afterward, we'd go home and... well, you know. Brad wasn't all that good in bed, but when we first started dating, I was insecure enough that just him wanting me was enough to make me feel good. And I wanted that tonight. I was feeling needy as hell and I needed him to be there for me.
At seven o'clock, I had already finished two slices and was nibbling on a third when Brad finally showed up. I was so exhausted by then that all I could do was look at him. I couldn’t even find the energy to be upset.
"Where've you been?" I asked him flatly.
"Oh, a friend of mine stopped by my place so we were talking," he said. As he sat down, I could smell the pot smoke on his clothes. I groaned.
"Getting high, you mean?"
"Hey, it's not my fault you stood me up earlier," he muttered, helping himself to my pizza.
"What are you doing? Get your own," I said, trying to be lighthearted about it, but those were my leftovers. I had paid for them. Brad was rich, he could get a hundred pizzas if he wanted. "I'm saving the leftovers."
"Uh, you don't need all that," he said, raising an eyebrow at me. "You've already had three pieces."
Boy, he knew just where to hit me. He knew that my weight and my appearance were things I really struggled with. He knew that I had been anorexic in high school, hospitalized for it a couple times, along with rampant drug use, while he was so handsome and muscular that it made me feel horribly insecure. I dropped my third slice half-eaten and contemplated going to the bathroom to throw up what was already inside me. That's not recovery behavior, the voice of my old counselor, Ms. Nealy, echoed through my mind. And so, I sighed and decided not to stick my finger down my throat, but glared at the half-eaten third slice, consumed by self-loathing.
"... gonna get a motorcycle over spring break and... babe, are you even listening?" Brad blinked at me pointedly. "I said, I'm going to get a motorcycle."
"Oh. Cool." Once again, I found myself wondering where the sweet guy who used to reassure me about my appearance had gone. Where was the gentleman who used to pay for our every date? Where was the guy I had fallen in love with?
"Right. There's this biker gang in Philly, my boy Manley has a hookup with them. They have this super-rare, vintage Harley and then Dad's gonna have his guy restore it for me. Supposedly, it's dangerous to even say the name Gray Wolves in Southwest Philly, but—"
"What?" I perked up, a jolt of adrenaline running up my spine at the mention of Gray Wolves. Brad had grown up in the wealthy Philadelphia suburbs, so I guess he had no idea, but me? I had grown up right on the edge of Southwest Philly, my family wasn't exactly destitute, but we still barely managed to scrape by. I had grown up not quite in the "bad part" of town, but still, quite close to it. Close enough to know some names. The Gray Wolves for one… "Babe, can't you just go to a dealership or something? I've heard of that gang, they’re dangerous..."
"I'm not scared of a bunch of white trash hood rats," Brad snapped, obviously enjoying the attention that his poor decision was rousing from me. "I'm sure they know to respect their betters."
I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. "You don't know what you're talking about..."
"Are you saying I'm stupid?" Brad drew himself up. "How could you say that? You know I have a learning disability—"
"Brad." I sighed. "I wasn't talking about your learning disability, hun, I just meant that I grew up in Southwest and—"
"Oh, so you're better than me? You think I'm some kind of a rich asshole or something?"
I bit back the resounding Yes dancing on my tongue and shook my head. "Please, honey, can we just... can we just go? It's been such a long day. I could really use some cuddle time."
"I dunno, Candace, you really hurt my feelings," he said, "I don't know if I really feel like cuddling." His broad shoulders hunched forward slightly and he looked so pitiful, so pathetic. I was defenseless against him. I reached across the table and took his hand, all too
glad to soothe his wounds. I was just a sucker for a vulnerable guy and Brad knew just how to play it. Knew just how to play me.
"Please, baby," I cooed, putting on my best caring girlfriend voice, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You know how I get when I'm hungry. You're a gorgeous, smart, talented guy, and I love you very much." It was an oft-repeated speech, but after almost a year of dating him, I knew just how to soothe his easily-bruised ego. I leaned across the table and kissed his forehead, running my fingers through his tawny brown hair, trimmed to perfection every other week by the fanciest hairdresser in a fifty-mile radius. "Let's just have a nice night together, okay?"
Brad nuzzled my hand, sending a thrill through my stomach and... other places. God, he was cute. He forced a lopsided smile and fixed his deep brown eyes on me. "Okay, baby doll. I forgive you." He sat up straight and got back to the pizza again. "So anyway, this vintage Harley is like, the rarest. It's called a Flathead and it was used by the Army in World War II, and—"
"Uh-huh. Wow. Oh, really? Cool." I zoned out, interjecting at the proper times. After months of having the same conversations, my responses were all mechanical. I felt sad, and I didn't know why. Somehow, Brad had managed to make me feel like I'd done something wrong when I hadn't, and trying to puzzle it out made my headache so much worse. All I could think about was how fat I felt after eating those pizza slices and how desperately I wanted Brad to tell me I was beautiful and sexy and how bad he wanted to fuck me. I knew that thinking that way made me a bad feminist or whatever, but I couldn't help it. I thought about Nina and hoped her evening was turning out better than mine.
Back at my place, Brad and I settled on the couch to watch a movie. I badly wanted to abandon the pretense of movie-watching and get right to the sex, but Brad insisted on putting on a cable re-run of one of the Die Hard movies. I didn't even know or care which one. I hated action movies, I hated motorcycles and high finance; I hated pretty much everything Brad liked, and he never gave my interests or passions the time of day. I don't think he even knew what social work was. But none of that mattered to me as I curled up beside him on the couch, hugging his huge arm. He made me feel so small and protected, sometimes. Those were the moments I cherished the most.
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