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Shaking off the doubt, I take a quick shower and return to the bedroom, a towel wrapped around me, staring at the wardrobe like it was a live snake ready to strike. I look inside and see row upon row of colorful outfits with the tags still on them, telling anyone who bothered to look they came from upscale boutiques.
Where was the plain jane veterinarian going to wear all these clothes to? Especially in a small, out of the way town like Briar Creek.
I toss every single garment onto the bed, creating a mountain of wrinkled fabric. I storm out of the bedroom, still only in a towel, and march to the kitchen where I find a trash bag, then straight back into my bedroom, shoving all the clothes inside. It was ridiculous to own so many dresses. Dresses I would never wear, so why did I even bring them with me?
The only thing I could think of was how much it meant to me, but even that felt like a pathetic excuse. Someone else will have better use of them if I take them down to the thrift store in town.
Once I’ve emptied the wardrobe, I stare at the minimal contents and actually smile.
This was much better.
I pull out a pretty tie-dyed V-neck, ankle-length wrap dress, pairing it with a pair of matching chunky heeled platform shoes. Leaving my hair in waves around my face, I add minimal makeup, just enough to highlight my brown eyes and my Cupid’s bow lips, my two favorite things about my face.
Ignoring the nerves and the voice telling me I shouldn’t go, I quickly get Willow dressed, putting on a warm coat, since the nights were getting chilly, and I do the same, lock up the house, and bundle my little girl into the car seat in the back of the car, not even noticing the dark figure sitting on a bike a few housesdown from mine, even when they follow us all the way to the clubhouse.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ky
Throwing back my second shot of whiskey, the music vibrating through my body as I watch Ink doing body shots off Pinky’s toned stomach on the pool table, one of the newer sweet butts. I shake my head, I could wring my brother’s neck right about now, since he and the rest of the club know that my sister Lily will be here tonight for Chains’ birthday party. He knows how she feels about him, he’s known for the past four years.
My thoughts turn to the night before. My mind and body at odds with what happened. I had kept my distance from Sera for so long now, thinking I was doing the right thing by both of us; burying myself in willing pussy at the club, and with the doc in Cullville just to forget the brunette beauty, until the doc became too clingy, and I had to cut her loose. However, last night, the full club run, which included the ol'ladies, brought everything to a crashing halt. I couldn't handle their snickers and knowing looks because everyone knew just how much I was hung up on the pretty vet next door to my gym. I drank to excess; I did the stupidest thing I could do. Turning up on her doorstep, drunk out of my mind. I didn’t even know how I got to her house without laying down my sled.
When I saw her standing there dressed in what I thought was just a T-shirt that reached down to her knees, I couldn’t help wondering whose fucking T-shirt she wore and wanted to rip it off her and give her one of mine. But of course I didn’t, and when that fire blazed in her eyes when she saw me, I knew I was fucked. But I continued on regardless, barging in and making myself at home, on her sofa, inside her, and in her bed.
That I want everything with Sera was the biggest mindfuck of all. After what happened with Mariah, I was determined to never be vulnerable with another woman ever again. But of course, reality set in, and I knew I couldn’t do that to her. Even though she was a part of the mafia in her former life, and she knew what being in that life entailed, she’s not meant for the biker life, and I wasn’t going to be the one to drag her down with me. So I stole away early this morning, and rode away from her perfectly manicured, quiet neighborhood and returned to what was familiar.
It’s been months since I’d touched any of the club girls, and after being with Sera last night, I knew being with anyone else but her wouldn’t satisfy me. But that’s not to say the newest girl, Pinky, wasn’t doing her damndest to get me to sample her goods. She was all over Ink, but her eyes and wry smile were firmly on me. The crotch of my jeans grew tight, and I got a full view of the reason she was named Pinky. As she lay back on the pool table, Ink’s fingers buried deep inside her cunt, bringing her to a crashing climax as she writhed on the table, her fingers in her mouth, her eyes firmly on me, as my other brother Riggs waited for his turn.
It's the loud whistle that brings me out of my musings, the dark look on my pops, and also President’s face, as he saw what was going on, making me sit even straighter on my stool. I wasn’t doing anything, but I suddenly felt ashamed as he took in the scene before him. His eyes almost murderous when they turned to look at Ink.
“Get the bitch out of here. The women are about to arrive any minute. Did you all forget that Lily, my daughter, will also be here? So if you can’t keep it in your fuckin’ pants, you can fuckin’ join her?” he growls, motioning to the new club whore, who was now standing trying to cover herself up, and I could see that Kick was barely holding back from launching himself at Ink.
Just like everybody knew I was a goner for the vet, everybody knew Lily had the hots for Ink. He was to keep his sexual exploits behind closed doors whenever Lily was visiting, but this time, she would be home for good. Stepmother dearest should be happy.
I was just about to slide off the barstool and slink out of the clubhouse when my ol’ man sat next to me.
My getaway foiled.
“I’m surprised to see you weren’t in the mix. You never turn down the opportunity to break in the new club whores,” he asks, motioning with his head to the group that’s now slowly dispersing, not without a few grumbles.
“I never knew you to not to partake in women.”
“Really, pops, you wanna talk about my sex life?” I drawl. Kick, my father chuckles.
“Yeah, probably not.”
“Thought so. Where’s step mommy?” I inquire with a note of sarcasm I couldn’t hide from my voice. My father’s whiskey-colored eyes go dark, and if he could hit me into tomorrow, I’m sure he would have. I shouldn’t have made the barb, but I couldn’t help myself. I thought I was over the whole other woman for my dad thing. But I obviously wasn’t. And she wasn’t the other woman, my mom was already gone by the time they got together.
“Hey, watch your mouth and show some fuckin’ respect for my woman,” he hisses. “What’s wrong with you, I thought you were over your little snit with Everleigh?”
I fought not to roll my eyes at him.
“It’s not a snit. I’m fine with Everleigh, I just don’t think she and I will ever be buddy buddies,” I tell him.
I have nothing against her, though he’s been panting over her for years, since my mom was murdered by the Jackal’s President, who just so happened to be Everleigh’s father. Theold man got killed in Mexico by Jose Ramos’s goons, and her brother has taken over the reins of the entire club, and now we’re allies.
Go figure.