Page 85 of Lust

Finally the girls begin to walk towards us, and I immediately take my hands out of my pockets. Knowing I’ll be hugging her in a second. But I still feel out of place wearing a suit. I see her look around me and she pushes up her sunglasses, her eyes locked on somebody. I cast a look over my shoulder, seeing Taylor.

“You aren’t welcome here.” Ivory states very loudly, causing people to look. Her eyes on Taylor. “You’ve been, seen and can now leave. Don’t even think of coming to the wake.” She turns on him, and Elle is standing next to Chopper now as Ivory pushes past me to Taylor.

“Come on sweetheart nothing to be this worked up over.” He says to her, and she must she red because she shoves him backwards, and he actually slips back from her push

“I don’t want you here!”

“Ivory.” Links says and I see his point, cameras are slowly being pointed in this direction.

“You probably killed him!” Ivory shouts at him, and now there are cameras filming, so I step towards her.

“Ivory calm down baby.” And I grip her arm.

“Yeah listen to your big bad biker boyfriend Ivory.” Taylor mocks me and her, and now I’m pushing her away from him, stepping towards him.

“You’d do well to keep your mouth shut.” I look him in the eyes, he had to know I was ready to start a fight over what he had done to Ivory. I was brought up an outlaw, I was brought up to be a man and handle my shit. I didn’t leech off women, like him. If he thought I would take kindly to him ripping my girlfriend off, he was fucking wrong.

He leans in “Guessing ya heard the news biker.” And he smirks at the cameras knowing I can’t fucking touch him while they are on us. “That I fucked your woman so good, I got her pregnant. Twice.”

And I lean into him. Seeing as he was in my personal space. “And she aborted it twice. Sounds to me like a woman that would rather kill your baby then have it. Does it hurt knowing she’ll keep mine?” And I know my words will hurt him. Pulling back seeing his expression. Yeah. I hit a nerve. I smirk. “We’ll be seeing ya Taylor.” And I wrap an arm around Ivory. Who is frowning at me, I’m guessing wondering what I had just said to score Taylor to look like that.

And we walk away, leaving him standing there like the desperate man he is.

60

Kace

One Week Later

Blowing out a mouthful of smoke, my eyes are locked on her and I can’t stop thinking that is the worst idea that I have ever agreed to. Co driving with Gabe. God if we didn’t kill each other it would be a miracle. The only reason I was going along with it was because Ivory needed something to take her mind off the fact that Taylor had robbed her of all her assets. I was still getting that handled, but the more research done on it—turned out I couldn’t do shit.

Ivory is slaving over the car, getting it ready for this year’s qualifications.

Gabe and I still hadn’t settled on who was driving first, and that was a real concern.

Inhaling on my cigarette one last time before dropping it to the ground and walking towards Ivory.

“Babe, you’ve been working solid now for seven hours. You need a break.” I come to a stop next to her. “Come on darling, please.”

I know she is trying to distract herself, but working to the point that there will be nothing left of her—isn’t healthy. She needs food, sleep, and a break from this car.

She pulls her head away to glance at me. I see the determination in her eyes. She isn’t planning on leaving it any time soon.

I sigh. “Well at least let me help then?”

“The driver does not work on the car.”

“That’s not a rule.”

She pulls away from the car her hand going to her hip. “It’s my rule.” And that made the rule unbreakable. I sighed, taking the spanner from her hand.

“Come on darling, either let me help finishing installing the cubic or call it a night.” Part of me is hoping she does call it a night because it’s late after nine at night, and she got here at five this morning.

Her hard expression drops, and I see tiredness in her eyes.

Taking it as a sign, I wrap an arm around her. “Tomorrows another day darling.”

She slowly nods her head, but I see something in her eyes. Something I don’t like seeing in any woman’s eyes. Let alone my own woman. Fear.

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