“I want to go home,” I whisper.
His head turns quickly, his brows shooting up. “No,” he snaps.
I narrow my gaze on him. “It wasn’t a question. I want to go home.”
A slow smile appears on his lips. “Cariña, You can’t.”
“Why?” I demand.
He leans closer, his face just inches from mine. “You’re mine. You already said you were, you agreed. I’m not letting that bitch get between us. You want to go upstairs, sleep in my bed, that’s fine. I am not taking you home, though.”
Pressing my lips together, I cross my arms over my chest. “Fine,” I snap. “I’m going to bed.”
Chapter Seventeen
PRESLEY
I march away from the sound of him chuckling behind me. The asshole. I stomp into his room, slamming the door behind me. I’m irrationally angry. No, I’m lying to myself now. I’m jealous. That green-eyed fucking monster is consuming me.
I’ve never felt this way before. I can feel that shit fill my veins and flow through me I’m so damn jealous of this bitch. She had him for twenty years all she had to do was say the word, and she didn’t. Now that I’m here, she’s decided she wants him.
Fuck that.
I won’t fight. If he wants her, he can have her. He’s telling me he doesn’t, but I find that hard to believe. How does someone dream of being with a person for twenty years and when the opportunity arises, how does he not at least take a taste?
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I am so worked up. I can’t sit still for a second longer, standing, I pace. After a few minutes, I decide to go to the bathroom across the hall and clean up.
After I’ve cleaned up the remnants of our sexcapades of the night, I feel hollow. I like having Joel inside of me. There’s a closeness about having his cum inside of me. Maybe I’m weird, more like I’m just desperate.
“Fuck this,” I hiss.
Turning away from the room, I slowly walk down the side of the stairs, hoping that I won’t be seen by anyone. I glance around the busy bar area. My heart aches when I see the scene in front of me. I’ve been upstairs for a total of fifteen minutes, and there they are together.
The allusive, beautiful and curvy Savanna and Joel. She’s got her head tipped back, a smile on her face and she’s leaning into him. He’s smiling down at her. It’s soft, it’s sweet looking. In fact, I really look at them. They look like they fit together.
Savanna is wearing black jeans and a low scooped neck top that showcases her cleavage. There’s a thick silver necklace that covers the expanse of her upper chest and it matches the silver bangles that are wrapped around her wrist.
Skimming down to her shoes, I let out a puff of air. She’s wearing bright red high heels. She looks every bit the part of a badass biker chick. In other words, she looks like the exact opposite of me, of a third grade school teacher.
She lifts her hand, wrapping it around his bicep and lets out a throaty laugh. I close my eyes, that laugh and touch feeling like a physical punch. I inhale a deep breath opening my eyes again, to look over at them. He has his hand on her shoulder and I watch as he squeezes it, smiling down at her. They are the only two people in the room, they fucking shine together.
It’s too much.
Turning away from them, I head out the back. There’s a blonde standing with her back against the wall when I finally step into the cool desert air.
“You belong to Silver?” she asks. I shrug. Unsure of how to actually answer that. “You running from him?”
Frowning, I look back at the club, then over to her. I don’t speak, unsure of what to say. “I won’t say anything. I wouldn’t want to be stuck around here either if I didn’t have to be. Watch your back or he’ll turn you into me,” she announces.
“What do you mean?”
She smirks. “We’ve been together a few times. Some shit happened, and I thought when he said he’d bring me here that it meant we’d be together.” She shakes her head. “I’m now a whore to be passed around between all of them. Used when they feel like having a piece, a piece of whatever part of me they want,” she explains.
I gasp, lifting my hand and placing it over my mouth. “Don’t get me wrong,” she smiles. “I don’t hate it. You learn to like it. They’re all pretty good guys. It could be worse…” Her words trail off and she clears her throat. “Anyway, I won’t tell him I saw you,” she shrugs.
“Thanks. Do you, um, do you want to come with me?” I chance asking.
Something flashes in her eyes and she shakes her head. “No. This life isn’t for everyone, but I honestly don’t hate it,” she smirks.
She doesn’t say anything else, and I watch her walk toward the bonfire. She makes her way up to a man, resting her hand on his shoulder. I watch as he slides his palm up the back of her thigh before he grabs ahold of her ass. She straddles his lap in her little jean skirt and her hands work between his legs.
Turning away from the scene, I decide to try and make my way to the edge of the fencing so that I can attempt to walk to the front of the gates. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to find a break in the chain link on the way, but it doesn’t look promising. They keep this place on pretty tight lockdown.
Slowly, I make my way all the way up to the front without being seen. I look inside of the gate room, the prospect who is supposed to be manning it isn’t there. I take the opportunity and reach for the button, hoping that the one I hit will open the tall chain gate. It does.
Slipping through, I turn to the left, which I know is the way back into town. I can’t run, especially in these wedges, so I walk. Hopefully, Joel doesn’t go upstairs anytime soon to look for me. Although, I’m not sure why he would, he’s more than happy to hang out and do whatever, with that bitch.
I lift my hand, dragging it down my face. I shouldn’t be thinking of her as a bitch. I mean, who’s to say I wouldn’t do the same thing? If I thought I had a fighting chance, you bet your ass I would be there, hanging onto him, showing her who the queen bee really is.
The way he came in seconds when her eyes met his, I know that I don’t have a chance, not even a fucking glimmer of a chance. Not now that her hand has been forced and she wants him for herself.
Tears spill down my cheeks as I walk down the damn dirt desert road. I’m going to allow myself to cry on the way home. Then once I’m in my house, it’s done. It was a few weeks of my life, some great sex, and some dashed hopes.
What it isn’t, is the end of the world. I’m going to dust myself off, and I’m going to find the man of my dreams, whoever he may be. He’s out there. Somewhere. I’m going to find him, dammit. He will not be in love with some other woman. He will only see me. Nobody else.
SILVER
“Silver,” she sighs, smiling up at me. “That was kind of mean,” she mutters. Savanna lifts her arm, wrapping her fingers around my bicep.
Looking from her hand to her face, I frown. “What’s your game, babe?”
She shrugs, licking her lips with a smile. “No game. I’m ready for more, with you. I know you want me, you’ve always wanted me and you’re punishing me for keeping you at arm’s length. I watched you fuck her, isn’t that punishment enough?”
“Sav, that’s not what that was. I didn’t even know you were in here. That was me and my woman, nothing was for your benefit,” I explain.
She lets out a laugh. That laugh used to make my cock hard, but I no longer have any type of reaction to it. Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around her shoulder and give her a gentle squeeze. “Seriously, Sav. I’m with Presley.”
“It worked. I’m jealous. It totally worked, now put me out of my misery. Trista is grown, I’m alone, and I’m finally ready for what you can give me,” she smiles.
Shaking my head, I let my hand fall from her shoulder with one last squeeze. “Sorry, babe. That’s not what this is. Presley is mine because I have feelings for her. None of it has anything to do with you. That ship sailed.”
She frowns, her
red painted lips pouting. This moment, having her here, offering herself the way she is, it’s a goddamn dream come true. Well, it would have been a dream come true a few months ago. She’s not my dream anymore, she’s not my future. The little blue-eyed cariña upstairs is mi vida, not Savanna.
“I won’t give up, Silver,” she announces.
I shake my head, a small smile on my lips at her sudden shift. “Hawk will always be your one that got away. Before I met Presley, you were mine. Honest to fuck, Sav, you don’t even cross my mind anymore. She’s all I see.”
She flinches from my words, and maybe I’m being a dick, but she’s not getting it. “She doesn’t fit you. I do,” she grinds out.
I smirk, my eyes meeting hers, focusing on her own. “That’s where you’re dead fucking wrong. Everything about her fits me.”
“Your dick fits in any pussy, even that ugly bitch’s, that’s not what I meant, and you know it,” she snaps.
Leaning forward, my compassion is fucking gone. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth. You don’t come into my club and disrespect me or my woman. Take your fuckin’ ass outta here. We take care of you because we all felt bad that Hawk left your ass. We don’t have to do shit. He stopped getting a cut of our money years ago. We all pitch in to take care of your ass, you ungrateful cunt.” The music dies down, the party comes to a quiet halt and everyone stares at us, but I don’t care.
“Lies. Hawk might be an ass, but he promised to take care of me, and I’m his wife, you’re obligated,” she says, her bravado wavering.
I snort, my eyes shifting over to where Dragon is standing. He dips his head, a silent nod to go on. It’s needed to be said, she’s been so lost and stagnant in her anger and loneliness. We’ve made it all too fucking easy for her to stay there too.
“We aren’t obligated to do shit. You want money, you should have divorced his ass and taken him to court. Trista’s an adult now, we don’t have to do a fucking thing and we never did. However, because you were part of us, we took care of you, took care of her, but after this shit. I’m done.”
Her eyes narrow and she crosses her arms underneath her tits, pushing them up. I don’t even glance at them, they hold no interest for me, not anymore. “So this is it? You find some little bitch and you scrape me off like I’m nothing? Maybe she needs to know exactly what you’re like,” she states.
I snort. “She knows enough, Sav. You don’t say shit to her. For you, she don’t exist. Don’t act like a woman scorned, not with me. I never even stuck my dick in you, so stop trying to lead me around by it.”
She looks around, her eyes flicking from one person to another, all of them focused on her little tantrum. It’s no surprise to me, it’s not the first one I’ve witnessed, but I’m willing to bet she’s kept this part of her from the others.
“You’ll be sorry you treated me this way,” she states. “You’ll be stuck with that bitch, dreaming of me, and I’ll laugh in your face when you come crawling back.”
“Hold your breath, please God, hold it so I don’t have to deal with your spoiled ass a second longer. Wake the fuck up, Savanna. You’re forty-one, your man left you twenty years ago, a good man wanted you and you refused to move on from that piece of shit. Now he has a chance to be happy, and you’re pissed off because you don’t want him, but you don’t want anyone else to have him either. I’m forty-five, I’m not playing any games. I got a woman I like, you don’t factor in that, not anymore.”
Turning from her, I don’t give her another minute of my time. Presley is upstairs stewing. I’m done with Savanna, this time it’s final. There’ll be no more money, and if there is, I’m not the man who will take it to her. It’s time she moves on with her life. Hawk isn’t coming back.
Savanna is a part of my past. A dead part of my past that never really amounted to much. Presley is my future. I feel more deeply for her in the short time that we’ve been together than I ever did for Savanna. Proof that Savanna was nothing other than the definition of unrequited fucking love.
PRESLEY
The road is dark, my feet hurt, and the wind keeps blowing, reminding me that I’m wearing only a short flowy skirt and a thin top. My stomach clenches as tears continue to trickle down my cheeks. I’m such an idiot. Inhaling a deep breath, I let it out slowly, attempting to get myself together.
My breath hitches when I hear the roar of a few motorcycles behind me. I know it’s more than one without even looking. Narrowing my eyes on the road ahead of me, I refuse to look back. Joel must have discovered me missing.
Asshole.
A bike pulls up on each side of me, their engines just a low rumble. I feel the men’s eyes on me, but they don’t say anything. That’s when the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Something isn’t right. I stop walking, turning my head to the right and gasp.
There’s a man I don’t recognize. Sure, he looks like one of the men from the clubhouse, except the patch on the shoulder of his jacket is a dead giveaway that he is not one of them. Sinister Skulls stands out like a bright warning beacon that I am in trouble.
“Get the fuck on, bitch,” he growls.
I don’t recognize him from that bar in New Mexico, but then again, I have a feeling most of those guys are dead. I shake my head and take a step back. A strong arm wraps around me, a hand presses against my belly and hot breath blows against my ear.
“Trust me, you’ll want to get on my president’s bike. He’s a lot fuckin’ nicer than me,” he chuckles sounding scary as shit.
The man releases me, and the one I assume is the president stares at me, his face void of all emotions. “You run, I’ll hunt your ass down. And trust me, babe, you do not want me to hunt you down,” he announces with a slow grin.
I gulp, looking behind me where the clubhouse is somewhere in the dark distance, then turn and look at the dark empty road in front of me. I know for certain that climbing on the back of this man’s bike will yield nothing but pain and possible death. However, I have no other option. Pinching my eyes closed, I walk over to him and climb onto the back of his bike.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I try not to touch him anywhere else but fail. He takes my hands in his and tugs me close, my crotch pressing against his back with only my thong panties and his jeans separating our bodies. This is so bad. My heart leaps into my chest as his engine roars and we ride away down the deserted road.
Chapter Eighteen
SILVER
I stand in the middle of the empty room. Presley isn’t here. I frown. She wouldn’t have left after I told her not to, would she? I snort to myself. Fuck yeah, she would have. She was pissed, I was pissed. And then I had to deal with Savanna. Fuck.
Turning away from the empty room, I make my way downstairs. My eyes scan the bar to find her nowhere in sight. Deciding to check the bonfire, I make my way out of the back of the bar. Once I’m outside, I scan the bonfire.
Jaguar is there, Smith’s daughter riding him with everything she has. I smirk, the girl has taken to her new position and place, without any issue at all. Knew the little rich girl would love to get down and dirty here with us. I could tell by the wild in her eyes, the way she was so quick to hop into bed with me at only eighteen years old.
Wolfe, Esther, and Mamba are walking toward us, all three huddled together. I lift a brow toward Wolfe, but he just gives me a smirk and a shrug. Whatever the fuck works for him, I guess. “You seen Presley?” I ask as they get a little closer.
Esther frowns. She looks over at the bonfire, then shifts her gaze toward the fencing that surrounds our property.
“I saw her over by the fence not long ago. I thought she just needed a breather,” she says, her voice unsure and even a bit worried.
I frown, looking over to the fence then back to her. “What do you know?” I bark.
She jumps. Her gaze lifts up to Wolfe, then back over to me. “A girlfriend I party in New Mexico with sometimes, she told me that the Skulls have been on lockdown. I didn’t think anything of it, you
know with everything that happened, I figured that’s what would happen. But then she mentioned something this morning…”
Her words trail off and I swear to fuck if she doesn’t get talking, I’m going to beat her fucking face in if she doesn’t tell me what she knows, and fast. I shift from foot to foot, on edge, antsy and ready for her to fucking talk.
“She said they were packing up a couple of bikes, the president and four men road out. I didn’t think, I assumed it was just useless info. She’s a talker, she was just going on and on about their club. I wasn’t really listening, except when she said that. I thought it was weird. Why would the president and a couple guys be loading up to leave?”
My eyes flick over to Wolfe, his brows snap together. Mamba tucks Esther into his side and lifts a hand as he guides her away from us, noting that we need her gone before we talk. “You don’t think?” I ask.
Wolfe’s eyes darken. “They are unpredictable, but why was she walking around out here alone?” he asks.
I grind my teeth together, looking at my boots then back up to him. “Savanna was starting shit. I ended it, but not before Presley got pissed.”
“You got her on a leash, finally?” he asks, referring to Savanna.
I snort. “Savanna’s leash is cut. She tried to talk shit about Presley in front of the club, cut her down behind her back to me. Didn’t work, and all it did was force my hand to deal with her. I was forced to tell her some hard fuckin’ truths. She didn’t like that shit.”
Wolfe lifts his hand, running his fingers through his hair. “Bet not,” he says with a whistle. “You want to go for a ride, see if we can find her? Maybe she just got sick of your ass and decided to walk home. Wouldn’t be the first time,” he grins.
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