Page 24 of Diablo
“Awesome, I’ll talk to Demon. Let us know if you need help,” I hum, looking at him.
“Will do, thanks, VP,” Rock says, resting his hands on the counter.
“Later,” I say, turning and walking out of the shop office.
I walk over to my bike, pull on my gloves and helmet, and slide onto my bike. I turn it on, and it sounds fucking amazing. I roar to life; it sounds like it's purring.
I pull out, and I notice that I need to fuel up. I ride down the road to the gas station at the edge of town, next to an upscale neighborhood.
Athena pops into my mind, as she always does. The little nagging thought is there. It’s been a few weeks, and fuck, what if she’s pregnant. I didn’t fucking use a condom, not once, and that’s something I never do. It’s not right to put her through pregnancy, and I’m not there to support her decision. Of fuckincourse, I would like her to have my baby, but that doesn’t mean that she would want it. I’m fucking crazy; I fucked up her life in one night. And she’s ruined me for other women.
I pull into the gas station, turn off the bike, and slide off. I fuel up and walk into the store to get some cigarettes.
“Marlboro, and is the bathroom open,” I ask, raising my brow.
“Yeah, the restroom is open,” the guy says, nodding and handing the cigarettes.
I take the cigarettes, pay the dude, and walk out. I slide the box into the inside pocket of my Cut and walk around to the men’s restroom. I take care of business, walk out, and walk into a woman.
“Ah,” the woman says.
I grab her to steady her and look at her smeared makeup from crying and the wedding dress.
“Are you okay,” I ask, holding onto her arms.
Her lips tremble, and she looks up; she stares at me with big green eyes.
Fuck!
“Athena?”
“Thor? It’s me,” Athena says, smiling weakly at me.
“What the hell is going on? Why are you in a wedding dress? What the hell! How could you marry some fucker when you know that you’re mine! You have been on my mind every minute since I left you. I know that you felt our connection! What the fucking hell,” I growl, releasing her and turning, giving her back.
I can’t think straight, and I don’t want to see her.
“You’ve been on my mind all these weeks, too,” Athena says.
That fucking makes me crazy knowing that she wants me.
“Fuck,” I shout, fisting my hands.
“Thor, . . . . help me. Please.,” Athena pleads, taking my arm.
I turn to look at her with my heart crushed. I gaze into her beautiful green eyes.
“I didn’t want to marry, and I was forced by my Dad. Let me explain,” Athena sniffles, holding my arm.
Fuck me!
I look down at her body in the fucking wedding dress. My blood pressure shoots up, pissing me off. Then I see the bruise on her arm.
“Who the fuck hurt you,” I ask, checking her arm.
“Hmmp, hmmp, my Dad,” She sniffles.
My body is fucking reacting to her even in this stupid fucking crazy situation.
