Page 87 of Wild Ride

“Okay?” I ask.

Her lips curve up into a smile, and her tears stop falling. “I was stupid to tell you to choose between us. I can see now how much he cares about you. I still think it’s a whole-ass mistake, but I’m not going to end a friendship because of it.”

“I’m glad because you’re the only family I have,” I whisper.

She snorts. “You have an aunt. Posey.”

“But I don’t even know her. I know you. I love you. You’re my family.”

Briana shakes her hand out of my grasp before she takes a step toward me, then another before she throws her arms around me. “I was such a bitch. I’m so sorry.”

I press my palms against her back to bring her close to me. I’m not sure how long our hug lasts, and I don’t know if this is going to be the last one ever, so I’m in no hurry to release her.

When we finally do separate, I don’t back away from her. Instead, I move my hands to her shoulders and squeeze her biceps. “I know you hate the Haven, but remember what the main teaching was?” I ask.

Then, we both speak the words in unison. Words that we recited at least a million times over the years we lived in the commune.

“The future is ours. We are in control. Negativity does not belong. Positivity and light.”

BULLET

I’m sure I should feel happy for Dakota that she and Briana are on good terms now, but I was honestly hoping to leave her ass in Oregon and never fucking look back. But Dakota loves her, so I’ll tolerate her—barely.

The prospect standing guard jerks his chin toward me and takes a step to the side. Viking and Lightning are at my back. We move as one. The prospect doesn’t wait for us to approach. He opens the door and holds it for us to pass through.

The three of us walk into the holding room and look at the woman inside. It’s not a massive room, just twelve by ten. But it’s big enough that when she’s curled into the corner like this, she seems almost small.

But she’s not small.

Exorcist thought she was big hot shit when she did what she did.

“Grab her,” I demand. “Bring her into the shed.”

Turning my back to her, I walk out of the room and head toward the shed. I know without a doubt that this is fucking with her, and that’s why I’m going to do it. Then I’m going to kill her because this bitch will not stop. She chose to go behind my back after I told her that it was done, that she needed to stay in her fucking lane. She won’t ever quit.

Exorcist is going to get everything she earned.

The rest of the club is in the front of the building, partying. We slip out the back and quietly move toward the shed. We usually keep spare bike parts and supplies in here. It’s also where we handle shit like this if we need to, something we haven’t actually needed to do in a long time.

Flicking the light on, I stand to the side and wait for Viking and Lightning to drag the bitch inside. She’s whimpering and crying. Not such a badass bitch anymore, apparently. Being caught in the middle of manipulations and lies will do that to a girl, I suppose.

Personally, I’d have more respect for her if she acted unbothered by this. If she owned up to her bullshit. But she’s not going to do that, clearly, since she’s acting like she’s an innocent and delicate flower.

I’ve seen her take three dicks at once and jack off two more, five dicks total, so I’m going to go with the fact that she’s not a delicate anything. She also knew what she was doing and knew it was wrong.

She fucking drugged me.

That alone is an act punishable by death, not to mention the way she did it and how she talked to my old lady—multiple instances punishable by death in one moment. The other manipulative shit is annoying, but drugging me?

Thatis unacceptable.

“Please. I’m sorry. I won’t do anything ever again,” she whimpers as Viking and Lightning toss her into the middle ofthe room. She’s on her knees, her eyes wide as she attempts to appear soft and sweet—she’s neither.

“Yes, you will,” I state.

“I get it now. She’s your woman. She’s your life. I’m no longer part of it. I’ll never try to get between you again, I swear.”

Shaking my head slowly, I cross my arms over my chest. “This has absolutely nothing to do with you attempting to get between me and my old lady. You couldn’t if you actually tried.”

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