Page 15 of Lore
“What?” I ask, my brow furrowing. I knew she did designs, but I had no idea she had started tattooing.
For how long?
What else don’t I know about her?
“Fuck.” Rune grins, running his thumb along the dark stubble on his jaw. “Definitely come and see me and my brother at our shop. Show us some of your work.”
“I’m in a little bit of trouble right now, but when that blows over, maybe,” she replies, grinning.
“The pretty ones are always in trouble.”
Fuck, this is how War and Haze must have felt when I was around their old ladies. I almost feel like I owe them an apology because Rune charming her in front of me is making me see red.
My hands grip onto her hips, gently pulling her away from him. “Well, this trouble is mine.”
“Never thought I’d hear those words coming out of your mouth, Lore.”
The bastard flashes his dimples at her, and I’ve officially had enough.
“Time to go, Butterfly.”
“Yours?” she mutters, scowling in my direction. “That’s a funny thing to call a woman you said you didn’t want, not even an hour ago.”
“You know I didn’t mean that.” I sigh, my tone apologetic.
“No, considering what happened between us back then, I think you hit the nail on the head,” she replies in a saccharine sweet tone. “You wanted to be free, Hunter. Don’t come wanting what you threw away now.”
A memory flashes in my mind, the look in her eyes when she caught me with Gina sitting on my lap.
It still haunts me.
Now would be her time for payback. She doesn’t owe me anything.
Suddenly, keeping her in a clubhouse full of men doesn’t sound like the best idea after all.
ATIANA
“Why is that woman looking at me like she wants to kill me?” I ask Ora, who is trying to play her shot, but her pregnant stomach is getting in the way. She lifts her head to the bar and looks at the blonde woman, wincing slightly.
“Just ignore her. She’s one of Lore’s…” she trails off, putting the pool cue down and studying me. “She’s jealous.”
Another woman Hunter has fucked, including the curly-haired brunette I saw him with in the hallway. Ora knows it, but clearly doesn’t want to say it. At the end of the day, she is his friend, not mine, and I need to remember that.
It seems that to save my children and myself, I’ve walked right into my own version of hell, being locked up with all of Hunter’s conquests. I might as well be back at the club, watching him strip with all the women fantasizing about him. At least back then, I knew he was only mine.
Now he’s everyone’s.
My baby daddy is a communal dick.
And I’ve never been good at sharing—only child and all that.
You know what? It would probably hurt less to be out there, on the run, and it would be better for my mental health. If I didn’t have Dove and Rider to think of, I’d be out of here so fucking fast. And knowing him, he wouldn’t bother to chase me, just like last time.
“He’s still exactly the same,” I mutter, bending over the pool table to play my shot when she misses. I sink one ball and line up the next.
“He’s always been a heartbreaker?” she asks, a knowing glint in her eyes.
“Oh yeah. Always.”
