Page 320 of One More Kiss

Technically, I could’ve left the club-whore life behind me. No one would’ve stopped me, but my brother had taken care of a problem for me when I’d been seventeen and for that, I apparently still owed him. Leaving would make me the enemy and I saw how the Skulls handled their enemies. It was also possible that me leaving would’ve caused them to question my brother’s loyalty.

I grabbed the beer from Diana and headed over to him.

“Here.” I handed him an open bottle. “Don’t choke on it.”

He snorted and shook his head. “I take it the guys weren’t as satisfying as you were hoping for.”

I narrowed my eyes on him. Normal brothers wouldn’t want to think about their sisters having sex with anyone, let alone speak it out loud. “Why do you say that?”

“Maybe you wouldn’t still have a stick up your ass. Maybe I’ll have to tell Slash to keep looking for it.”

Clenching my jaw together was the only thing I could do to keep from making this whole situation worse. If I had anywhere else to go, or could afford anywhere else to go, I would’ve thrown the glass of water on the counter right in his face.

That wouldn’t lead to anything good right now.

Instead, I controlled my impulses and plastered a smile on my face for the rest of the day.

When Miles Hamilton sent me a text two days later, everything else was forgotten.

He wasn’t my boyfriend. We didn’t talk like that, but he was the only man I was choosing to hook up with for fun. He’d text and we’d meet up and that time for us to be together was the only thing getting me through everything else.

Where the Skulls were basically trash as far as I could tell, the Souls were the exact opposite. They were a motorcycle club, but as far as I knew, they were just better people. Sure, I heard about some of the illegal things they did, but they also ran legitimate businesses.

In the realm of bikers, I was much more a fan of ones like Miles than those like my brother.

Though Diana cautioned me more than once that I didn’t really know what Miles did since I only saw him once in a while. I wasn’t there. They could’ve been just as bad as the Skulls.

I just chose not to believe that.

If I believed that, then any hope I had of leaving this mess behind one day was gone.

I wasn’t sure I could live like that.

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