Page 74 of Lust

“Done.” Grease says and Ivory straightens up letting go of whatever she was holding. “Thanks Ivory. I’d kiss ya but Ace might knock my crowns out.” He grins at her.

Damn straight I would.

“Don’t worry about it. So I’ll organise a space for you at the garage.” Ivory wipes grease on her jeans. And while she can dress up you can’t take the grease monkey out of her—and I love that about her. But do you think I can say that word out loud?

“You sure I’m not putting you out?” Grease then looks at me, as if I had a say in what Ivory does.

“It’s not a problem.” Ivory says and then picks up her jacket. “Ace is fine with it too, aren’t you?” And I just stare at her. It’s the first time ever since meeting her, she calls me my road name. And I hate it.

I nod my head. “Got nothing to do with me.” I spoke the truth. And as I look at Ivory I realize something is wrong with her but more importantly something is wrong with us….

“I’m calling it a night. You ready to head home Ivory?” I look at her and to be honest with myself I hadn’t planned on calling it a night before now. But now knowing I had a problem in my relationship I wanted to deal with it, and not drink with the boys.

Ivory just nods her head and I wonder did she hear about how I stabbed Prince’s eye out? Is that what has her this worked up? This distant? She had to know I couldn’t let him not be punished? He saw something he shouldn’t then shared it—all on purpose.

I go to take her hand but she doesn’t let me. So I leave the clubhouse and I knew that the club and Ivory wouldn’t go together. We walk out to the street. I hadn’t drank as much as I should have on a club night. So I was still good to drive.

We’re out the front now, about to get in her car and I look at her. “You going to tell me what’s wrong?” I can’t stop myself from asking the question.

She glances up at me and hesitates. Her hand wrapping around the door handle. She smiles dimly. “I don’t really know you. Do I? Kace I know. But Ace. I don’t know.” Her dim smiles drops. “because you don’t want me to know that side of you.”

So I was right. We had a problem..

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Kace

Let her in. Push her away. Let her in. Push her away. Let her in… push her away. I grip the steering wheel driving us home. My knuckles white from the death grip that I have on the steering wheel.

While I’m in the car with Ivory my mind is back in time.

“You want to be remembered boy, you’ve got to goddamn learn that those who are remembered ain’t goddamn pussies.” My President roared at me. And then he handed me the gun. “You lead a motorcycle gang, with your head and ya heart don’t make the call. As soon as you start feeling, that’s when you goddamn retire.”

I looked at my father in the eyes—my President’s eyes. Knowing he didn’t grill any other prospect the way he grilled me.

He gripped my shoulders. “Real man, don’t feel—you hear me Ace?”

I nod my head.

“If you want to be a President you’ve got to be numb to the shit that can make you question your leadership.” He then gestured for the boys to bring that rat forward. “A real man, will know exactly what to do with this rat.”

I looked at the woman.

“She betrayed our trust. She is the reason Pope is doing four years.” He then unholstered his gun handing it to me. “What do we do with traditors boy?”

My hand wrapped around the gun. I was six-fucking-teen. A normal sixteen-year-old would be dealing with school. Me however, I was becoming a man.

“A real man, doesn’t feel.” He whispered in my ear, and my eyes drop to the gun. She was a woman. I couldn’t kill a woman. “A real man doesn’t make excuses. She betrayed us. It’s black and white.” Dad spoke like he could read my thoughts.

I rose the gun, and she dropped to her knees crying and I lower the gun for a second. But my father sees it, and scowls me.

“Presidents, make decisions that sheep can’t.” He then unholstered his other gun. “Are you a man or a little boy Kace?”

And my gun went back up, and this time I pulled the trigger. Head shot. No pain. Her not suffering at least gave me some comfort.

Dad smirks and nods his head. “I think Kace just earnt his rocker.” And then he hands me the patches. Just like that I became a brother—of King Deceivers MC.

And I knew nothing and no one would make me feel the consequences of my actions today. Because when I pulled that trigger, my heart was silenced. I couldn’t help but think, well more like I knew, that this woman, was the beginning of the bodies I’d kill for this club.

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