Page 2 of Undone

Unpredictable.

I growled in the dim haze. I was feral, just like the beast I saw every time I looked in the mirror. The beard on my face took me seven-long-damn months to grow back. My jet-black hair is hanging loose tonight. In my dark leather cut, I’m a black wolf, angry and snarling—hating the whole damn world. I need her. Only she can soothe my heated blood, stop me from wanting to kill everyone in my sight.

And I will kill every damn bastard who’s keeping me from going to her. Those fucks are on borrowed time.

No one approached me after the girl crawled away.

Not even my own men.

They were used to the mangy, wild wolf I had become.

“I heard you changed.”

“Cortez,” I spoke his name low as he sat down next to me; like me, choosing not to drink. We both prefer to keep our eyes and senses sharp, especially when two MC’s are under one roof.

Our Clubs coexist, but sometimes pussy and alcohol blur lines and fights break out.

He eyed me carefully. We have a mutual respect for one another. He’s never fucked with my Chapter of Creed. He’s indebted to us, and he knows it. A few years back, the former Prez, Duke, and I raided a remote cabin; rescuing his sister and her friend from men that had plans to sell them to the cartel south of the border.

“I have a lead.”

My fists clenched and unclenched. My eyes focused on the haze in front of me; it turned to a red mist.

“I used to be a good man. A man who served my country and mostly followed the rule of law. I respected it. Now, I make my laws. I do what needs to be done.”

“It’s our way. It’s the only way to survive. Especially now,” he answered.

“Are we good?”

“You insulted my gift.”

The side of my mouth curled, “The only gift I want is the Prez of the Felons bleeding at my feet.”

“This woman… the one the Felons threatened. She meant something to you?”

“She meant the world to me. The next one, too.”

He was silent as we sat, both of us staring at the debauchery happening all around. Drinks and sex flowed freely. The men fromLos Coyoteswere hungry for new pussy, and our Club girls were more than happy to accommodate.

“I’ve never had that. Falling so hard forla chocha—that it makes you weak. Now that—is the only thing, that truly terrifies me.”

I smirked. So, Cortez is terrified of pussy. I filed that tidbit away.

But being with my Lucille was like dippin’ into nirvana. She took every part of me, every time I took her.

I had her.

Then I let her go.

Doing that was like taking a serrated blade to my own heart, carving it up and serving it at the all you can eat heartache buffet. I knew what all-consuming love felt like. It burns like wildfire. It’s fast, almost impossible to extinguish—obliterating everything in its way.

Now, I’m a rabid animal leaving a trail of blood and death in my path—all because it’s the only one that leads me back to her.

A tall shadow moved through the red haze, coming toward me. I stood looking for a fight—ready to break shit, even another man’s fuckin’ face.

He stops a foot away. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“What are you doin’ here?”

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