Page 51 of Wild Night

Yeah. I knew she was trouble, too, with a capital fuckingT,and I wanted a taste of that kind of trouble. Still do. I want to keep it—forever.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

POSEY

Void isn’twho I imagined he’d be. I’m not sure what I imagined this biker to be, but I thought he’d be more like Ivy, maybe Viking, but he’s different. I can’t even describe it… softer maybe. He seems to be more in tune with the needs and desires of women.

“How many sisters do you have?” I ask after he hands me a plate.

He’s made me a personal charcuterie. We’ve got a movie cued up and ready to watch. He offered me a glass of wine, but I declined. I’m not feeling the best and just want to veg out and watch movies.

Taking the plate of snacks from him, I tug the warm blanket up to my chest, sitting up so I can eat without spilling things all over me. There is cheese, fruit, and turkey on this plate, along with a little bowl of olives.

“Three sisters,” he says with a chuckle. “Two older and one younger. The older ones are married and have moved away. Mylittle sister is still figuring life out. Don’t know if she ever will at this point since she’s thirty.”

Wincing, I don’t tell him that I’m thirty-six and obviously haven’t figured out fucking shit. Instead, I just give him a small smile. This is about her, not me. “Well,” I say with a sigh, “that explains it, then.”

“Explains it?” he asks.

“Explains why you’re really sweet. You bring me snacks when I don’t feel good. You hang out and watch movies with me. You’re more in tune with women than a regular guy with no sisters.”

His lips twitch into a smirk, and he shakes his head a couple of times before he sinks down in the recliner he’s claimed as his own. I watch as he brings the beer bottle in his hand to his lips and takes a pull from it. Then he lowers his arm, and his eyes find mine.

“If you were a bad bitch, this situation would be different,” he states.

“You don’t think I’m a bad bitch?” I ask, feigning offense.

He snorts. “I’ve discovered that you’re a lot of things, Posey. But a bad bitch is not one of them. I think you should just accept that and embrace it.”

Void is right. I should accept what I am and what I’m not. That being said, I’m not sure what exactly I am because, at the end of the day, I have no clue. I’ve spent my entire life trying to survive not only my parents but also the mistakes I’ve made.

The only time I didn’t feel like I was screwing up was in North Carolina with Ivy. I left to fix my shit, which only made everything a million times worse. So now I’m here, jobless, homeless, manless… although I should probably be manless for the rest of my life.

I’ve screwed up so much the past few years and messed up my whole life, all because I let some man into my life whoshouldn’t have been. The red flags were all there, staring me right in the face, and I ignored them all. Every single one of them.

“Don’t stress about the past, babe. You can’t fix it. You can’t change it. All you can do is go forward.”

I really hate how awesome this man is and how attractive I find him for the simple fact that he’s been so amazingly kind to me. And that is my red flag. Falling for a man who is nice to me for a total of five minutes, and I’m inlove.

“Let’s watch the movie,” I whisper.

He snorts. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Thankfully, we don’t talk the rest of the movie, mainly because I fall asleep. On top of not feeling the best lately, I’ve also been exhausted. It’s not like I’m doing much of anything, either, so being tired seems dumb.

I’m probably just emotionally drained from everything that happened and the future I have to figure out. I have a lot on my plate, and I’ve been avoiding it all. In fact, I’ve been sleeping through the day just so I don’t feel guilty about avoiding it all.

The next morning, over breakfast, I notice that Void seems to be a bit… off. I’m not sure how to describe it, but he seems almost as if he’s nervous about something. But before I can ask him, he clears his throat and starts to talk.

“Shocker is here from the club in Thunder Rock. He wants to talk to you. My president has spoken to Bullet, and it’s at Bullet’s request that Shocker come here and lay eyes on you. I know that Monty promised you time to heal and make some decisions before you had to answer to anyone, but it doesn’t seem like they want to wait any longer to speak to you.”

I don’t remember Shocker, but that doesn’t mean anything. I don’t remember many men at the club. I remember Viking, Bullet, and Ivy, and that’s only because I interacted with themthe most, Ivy especially. Just thinking about him makes my whole body shiver with desire.

If Void notices, he thankfully doesn’t comment on it. He does, however, continue to look at me, waiting for me to answer him. “I don’t mind talking,” I quickly spurt out.

“You want him to come here or to meet him somewhere? He doesn’t have to know where we are, babe.”

God.

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