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CHAPTER TEN

Bad Love

I KNEW SHE WAS COMING. Luce didn’t know the roads like my men. We let her think she lost the pledge and Teagan, but I had another man waiting alongside the highway in an old Jeep. He called in as soon as her car passed, then pulled out discreetly behind.

I should’ve known my girl wouldn’t let it go.

I messed up.

I was blinded by rage—almost choked a messenger from another Club to death. I needed an outlet since the Felons sent their threat. And just like actual outlaws, those fuckers move. They migrate—never sleeping in the same place twice.

Sometimes they move in packs, other times alone. As soon as I catch one of the fuckers, I’m gonna beat the damn truth from his lips. I also want their Prez eliminated. He’s gonna pay for threatening my girl; invading her privacy and taking those pics.

But I can’t focus when she’s around.

My dick does all the thinkin’.

My heart starts dreaming of fairytales and shit. Every day is Valentine’s Day. I need to forget the hearts and flowers and focus on beat-downs instead.

“Sherry? Come here, babe.”

The platinum blond slunk over and sat on my lap. “What can I do for ya’, Prez?” The tips of her hot pink, plastic nails raked up and down my chest. Her hips shifted; trying to feel my cock through my jeans. Her pussy moved along the seam of my fly.

“You wanna bunk with me tonight?”

“Fuck, yeah,” she breathed. Her slickly glossed lips pressed forward but I turned my head, so the stickiness grazed my cheek. I stood and smacked her ass as I pushed her off my lap. “Be waiting in my bed. Naked. I got some shit to do first.” I waved Ollie, the bartender, over. “Hook her up. Whatever she wants.”

Sherry’s fake tits bounced. The plump flesh popped out of her tank as she squealed and held up her fingers. “Two shots of Patron!”

I rolled my eyes as I walked away. I’d never do that chick. Even if she had a fuckin’ honey pot that a man could sink his balls all the way in. I headed to my office, sinking into my leather chair instead. Luce would be here by daybreak.

I rubbed my temples, feeling a migraine coming on. “It’s the only way,” I told myself. She needed to stay clear of Creed since I had one hell of a mess on my hands. Shipments were turning up missing at the port. Christ, a container that should’ve had five fuckin’ Maserati’s—had naked Chechen women inside. All of which were half-dead, drugged, and almost sold as sex-slaves.

We interceded before the cartel could, but now I’m catching blowback from those assholes who would normally leave my MC alone. I won’t risk Luce being caught in the crossfire of a war between two MC’s and a Mexican Cartel. It’s bad enough they already found out I was seeing her, but with any luck, and with her living in another state—it’ll be chalked up to just a casual hook-up. Especially, if I’m seen with other women.

But I won’t make the mistake of being seen with the same one more than twice.

It’s an unspoken code that our woman and children are off-limits. That club shit won’t spill over into our home life. But that was the old-school way. MC’s fought by a code; with respect—even as blood was shed.

But times have changed.

The new leaders are more cut throat and ruthless than the old.

Maybe, it’s time I changed too.

I didn’t even bother trying to sleep. I sat in my chair looking out the window for her headlights. Seconds after I saw her car pull in the back lot of the clubhouse, my fists clenched; I knew what I had to do. Even if it meant watching her heart shatter at my feet while I took a wrecking ball to it.

The last time I checked in on Sherry, she was naked in my bed—as instructed, snoring like a freight train while smelling of tequila. She passed out just like I knew she would. The Pledge at the gate had instructions to let Luce in. With heavy feet and an even heavier heart; I climbed the stairs to my back bedroom.

I left the door unlocked as I took my shirt off, tousled my hair and ran Sherry’s tank top across my chest, rubbing her cheap perfume was on me. I unzipped my jeans and got into bed, drawing the drunken mess into my arms.

I hid the one tear I allowed to shed by burying my face into her fake-blonde hair, hearing Luce’s slow steps coming down the hall. She paused outside my door. My large palm raised to cup Shelly’s breast; causing her to moan in her sleep and scoot her thick ass back into me.

The door knob turned.

She didn’t scream or yell.

My woman took the hit.

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