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But he’d ignored me, something that hurt me in the beginning, though I understood it. He thought I was married to Angelo, a man that shot him. But he wouldn’t listen whenever I tried to tell him the truth. That I wasn’t married to him. That I was, in fact, disgusted by him. So I pushed the disappointment aside, and went on with my life, practically living in scrubs, as I worked my way to veritable exhaustion..
When I had run away, I used the money my mother had left me in her will after her death in a car accident when I was just a child. Left in trust for me until I reached the age of twenty-five. The other half of her fortune was left to Willow when she turns the same age.
Thankfully, my father hadn’t been able to take that away from me like he had everything else. With it, I opened the vet clinic within weeks of arriving. I needed something that was just mine.
I was the furthest thing from a damsel in distress, but I felt like one tonight. I tighten my jaw and throw off the blanket.
Grow a pair, Sera, you’re not helpless, you can look after yourself. You will never bow down to that bastard's demands.
I swipe my damp cheeks with the back of my hand. Never again will I feel I was helpless. I wasn’t.
Exhaustion overwhelms me as I lock up the house and arm the security system I had installed when I bought the place, and finally take myself off to bed, thinking I probably would have trouble falling asleep with everything that had happened tonight. But as my head hits the pillow, my eyes close, andI dream of a sexy leather clad biker with a myriad of tattoos coming to my rescue like my knight in shining armor.
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The next couple of weeks drag on slowly, each day feeling like it's moving at a snail's pace. Adding to my frustration, wanting to be ignored by Ky and the club, but when they do, wanting to scream at the same time. The only one that doesn’t is Zoe, and I couldn’t be more grateful to her for that.
I bought another burner phone, after breaking the last one, weeks ago. I needed the peace of mind a burner phone would give me.
My sanity was at stake.
Shrugging, if Ky was going to be an asshole, then so be it, I’ll endeavor to be an even bigger bitch. I didn’t have time for him and his brooding ass, anyway. I try to play it off as if it doesn’t matter, but I can’t help the hurt I feel at being ignored. Not just by him, but by the entire club, come to think of it.
It was Friday evening, and I was just locking up the clinic after finishing my last observation of the day on a German Shepherd I operated on earlier in the week; dreaming of a glass of wine, and just kicking back and relaxing for the rest of the night, when I heard the pipes of a horde of Harleys stopping right out front.
Frowning, I turn from the door, taking in the scene in front of me. It was as if the DCMC had taken up residence in the parking lot of the strip mall. Hot men in leather, some with ol’ ladies, others with scantily dressed women—who I was sure were what they called club girls—were milling around, dressed in barely there clothes.
My eyes notice Ky, who has his back to me, but I don't miss the way he drapes his arm over the shoulders of a beautiful peroxide blonde woman. She is wearing a pair of tight black leather pants and a black top that barely contains her ample breasts.
I stand frozen, dressed drably in my dark blue scrubs, with my dark brown hair tied back in a messy bun on top of my head. My face make-up free. I’m debating how I’m going to get to my car without being seen, when Zoe suddenly turns her gaze on me. She’s wrapped in the arms of her man, Chains, and I squash down the pang of jealousy I feel. Zoe and I had become firm friends since the first day she came in with Chains and her cat, Mr. Boots, who has since become a regular patient of mine. I guess now I know why she couldn’t look after Willow today. I need to go to the childcare center to pick her up and not waste time around these people any longer.
She waves at me, and I force a smile, nearly groaning when Ky turns his head to look my way. I wave back half-heartedly but say nothing, heading toward my car while trying to ignore the look of indifference on Ky's face when he notices me.
Scrambling into the front seat of my car, I slam the door, which hardly makes a sound with the din of all the Harleys milling around. Keeping my eyes straight and not deviate to look at Ky, I slowly drive by, feeling every single eye on me by every member of the club until I’m finally out of the parking lot and on the road, heading toward the childcare center.
I am consumed by curiosity, wondering where the group of bikers are going and if the beautiful blonde is going to ride behind Ky on his bike. However, I quickly dismiss those thoughts as something that is none of my business after all.
Stopping by the childcare center, I pick up Willow, listening to her excited chatter as we finally drive home.
Exhausted, I slide out of the car, unbuckle Willow, and drag my feet to the front door, holding her hand securely. With the key poised at the keyhole, the sound of motorcycles echoes in the distance, causing me to pivot. I almost wish they’d ride down my street so that I could see Ky again, but I know they have no reason for doing so, even though butterflies had suddenly takenflight in my belly. Chiding myself for my silly fantasies, I turn my back to the street and let myself inside my home.
Pushing all thoughts of Ky and the DCMC to the back of my mind, I slip out of my shoes and groan in satisfaction. I instruct Willow to get ready for her bath. Once she’s bathed and dressed in her pajamas, I let her stay up a little longer.
“I’m hungry, Mommy.”
“I know, sweet pea. Let’s order pizza,” I reply excitedly.
“Yay, pizza,” Willow squeals.
The cooling effect of the wood floors against the skin of my bare feet going a long way to ease the ache in them. Within half an hour we’re sitting at the coffee table, both in our pj’s, chowing down on Willow’s and my favorite, Hawaiian pizza.
If my family knew that I loved pineapple on my pizza, they would probably disown me. But I don’t care, a small giggle escapes, as I don’t have to worry about what anyone thinks about what I do anymore. I am my own woman.
For the rest of the evening, I try to relax and enjoy the book I was reading, but I couldn’t help my mind wandering to Ky and what he was doing tonight, and who he was with. Angry at myself for even thinking about him. I was so deep in thought that when my phone buzzed with an incoming message, I couldn’t help but to jump in fright, the damn thing slipping from my grasp and falling to the floor.
Zoe: Hey chickee, sorry I couldn’t take Willow today. It was a club run; I couldn’t tell you about it since you’re not part of the club.
I couldn’t help the snort from escaping. Yeah, right? Shaking my head, instead of calling her out on her bullshit, I shove the hurt I feel at not being included, but mostly because as my friend she didn’t even bother telling me about it, and instead took the high road.