Page 3 of Gluttony

“Speak of the she-devil,” Redtube drawled, and Val’s chest twisted at his words. “I’m gonna go welcome my guest…then we’re headed to my place. No need to waste time when I want to take all night with those tits and that ass.”

Val gagged on the rising vomit, swallowing it back before she puked all over the table.

Cluster told the truth.

But Redtube had lied.

Suddenly, she was grateful that she’d turned away the waitress who’d come to give her the menu, because there was no way she could have kept any food down.

Frozen, her whole body a block of ice, she sat and listened as Redtube slid across the creaking leather booth seat, then, from the corner of her eye, she watched his massive, broad shouldered frame move past where she was sitting, hiding, and toward the bar where the twiggy, big-boobed blonde with plump lips, big blue eyes, and very little clothing was standing, staring at him as he approached, her expression one of excitement and lust. Yeah, she knew she was getting devoured that night.

Swallowing down another wave of bile, Val tried to shift in her seat, to unstick herself from the place where her heart had imploded…where her life, the one she’d been foolishly planning with Red, had shattered. God, she was such a fucking idiot; thinking a man who was as sexy, sexually voracious, and arrogant as Redtube would ever actually feel anything for her—a woman who was nothing like the women in his videos or standing at the bar in Cool Hands.

The blonde was going home with Redtube.

And he’ll probably post a video about it tomorrow….

Her gaze stuck on the man she loved and the woman he was going to fuck that night instead of her, Valentina watched as Red slid his finger down the woman’s face, slowly. Val couldn’t hear what he was saying over the din of the busy bar, but his mouth was moving—probably as he promised her pleasure beyond her comprehension, as he told her she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, as heliedto her about how special she was, and how he would treat her like the goddess she was…. And the woman was eating it up.

Just as Val had when, after she refused to turn on her camera for the tenth time, he’d told her,“I want to see you, baby. I bet you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…”and“I’m going to treat you like the goddess you are, my Daisy…”and“You are special to me, Val. There’s no one who means as much to me as you do…you have to believe me….”

Lies.

All lies.

And what she was witnessing with her own eyes was proof of that.

Right then, he dropped his hand from the woman’s face, and the woman placed her hands on Red’s chest. He was wearing his MC kutte and a tight black t-shirt over the wide expanse of his chest. It was obvious the man was working on his bulk because he was thick muscles laid over slabs of rock-hard sinew, blanketed with ink so beautiful it made her weep with her need to trace each one with her tongue.

But it wouldn’t be her tracing his tattoos that night…or any night.

Because he’d lied. Shewasn’tspecial to him, hewasn’twaiting for her, he probably hadn’t even paused in his pursuit of a variety of easy pussy.

Fool. Idiot. Hopeless loser!

Shaking her head, she couldn’t tear her gaze from Red and the blonde as they hurried from the bar, Red’s massive hand pressed against the small of the woman’s back. Val knew Red’s bike was in the parking lot; she’d recognized it from photos he’d sent her, the proud papa of his Harley Fat Bob with the Milwaukee Eight 114 engine, the loudest beast on the market. The gas tank was painted a deep red, and emblazoned with a black and silver devil, in flames, grinning maniacally.

The blonde would ride on the back of his bike, to his house, where he’d pleasure her, probably on camera, as he gave her what he’d promised—forty-eight days ago—to only give to Val.

Liar!

Trembling with anger—at Red and at herself—she stumbled from the booth, ignoring the MC brothers still in the booth behind her, and made her way toward the door.

She had to see with her own eyes, she had to watch him as she rode off with the blonde, the woman he’d chosen over her—and not the first, not if what he was saying to his brothers was the truth.

Liar! He’s a liar!

Passing people who’re stepping through the door to enjoy the bar, Val forced her feet to keeping moving forward, one in front of the other, heel to toe, all the way to the edge of the parking lot.

Uncaring if people were staring at her, if they could see her in all her hideousness, she was, once again, frozen in place.

There, not more than five spaces from the door in the parking slots designated for the MC members, Red was helping the blonde slide onto the seat behind him. In his black t-shirt, black leather Unchained kutte, black jeans, and black shit kickers, he was a dark god with a golden goddess wrapped around him.

Desperate, Val silently begged for him to look in her direction, to see her, to somehow recognize her, to kick the blonde from the back of his bike, run to Val, wrap those thick,tattooed arms around her, and tell her it was all a mistake, that he wasn’t going to break his promise to her, that he wasn’t going to betray her trust in him—a trust she hadn’t given him easily.

Come on, Red…look at me! See me! Don’t leave with her! Don’t hurt me,please!

But he didn’t do that. He turned and grinned wickedly at the blonde behind him, started the bike, then walked it backward out of the parking spot. In less than a minute, the Harley, and the betrayer it carried, were nothing but a single red brake light disappearing into the gathering darkness.

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