Page 23 of Lust

“What?” Prince looked at me with a blank expression. “Who?”

“Ivory.”

And he rolled his eyes. “Should have seen this coming since you shared my spare room with her. Fuck knows the marks on my wall from the bed posts tell a story.”

I didn’t comment. Just like I hadn’t when he was fishing for a story the morning after that night. Ivory left and Prince wanted answers, on how she was. I kept my mouth shut then and that wasn’t changing now.

“You know you and her will clash right?” he said.

“I know, but she brings the edge I needed.”

He whacks me on the back. “I’m not even offended. Fuck I’d pick Ivory Henderson over me too.”

I nodded my head and then Prince noted the time and we had a table meeting in an hour. So that meant I was heading for the clubhouse, as well as every other King Deceiver table member. After all we weren’t normal one percent. We had lower motorcycle gangs that did the grunt work. Pushed the drugs, did the runs, we were the ones that collected the profit. We only stepped in when things went sour, and a higher decision needed to be made.

After all we had our years as the grunt workers.

IVORY

Okay.I was the first to admit, when it came to food I ate like a little pig. It didn’t matter what I ate. I was lucky to keep the same body weight. Elle had the same thing. They call it good genes. I think I was lucky to not be the size of a couch.

Gabe used to make fun of how much I ate. Now we didn’t speak and it hurt.

I even called him after I agreed to working with Kace. I knew he wouldn’t take it well. But I hoped we were considered even for him eloping.

However he didn’t answer and I couldn’t help but think it had something to do with her. Gabe and I never fought. So right now I was eating my emotions in pizza.

A knock on my apartment door caught my attention and my heart raced the only person to come here would be Gabe. I got up in a flash, answering the door, forgetting I’m not wearing pants.

I opened the door expecting to see Gabe. But it’s not him.

It’s Lincoln. Who is looking me up and down with a frown. “Where are your pants?”

I scattered back into the apartment and grabbed a skirt putting it on. “It’s hot.” I say in my defence.

He rolled his eyes. “You know you wouldn’t have this problem in one of my apartments?”

“You know I refuse to live in one.” I walked back to him and he hadn’t stepped inside. As if he would catch something if he did. “What are you doing here?” I finally ask the question.

“It’s about Gabe.”

“What about him?”

“Olivia cleared out his accounts and left.”

My mouth dropped. “You’re joking?”

Lincoln shakes his head and I curse.

“How bad is he?”

“Bad enough that he doesn’t want you to know.”

“Yeah cause I’ll kill the bitch.” I wasn’t even joking. If I had it in me I would kill her. But instead I was going to do something just as bad and kill her social status. After all I had seen her Instagram posts. She was living the high life at country resorts. “Where is he?” I asked, and Lincolns reveals to me he is living with Mom and Dad.

Which made things worse.

“Another thing Ivory.” Links paused, looking hesitate. “She took the NASCAR as well in the settlement. Honestly Gabe let her rip him of everything. Properties, cash, investments. She did a real number on him.”

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