Page 18 of These Deadly Vows

“Ghost doesn’t complain.”

“That’s why he’s marrying that chick he’s obsessed with.”

“He’s not obsessed with anyone.”

“Not you, maybe, but her. I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“Who is she anyway?”

“Careful, you sound jealous.”

“Puhlease. I don’t get jealous.”

“Keep telling yourself that when he fucks her in front of the whole club.”

“Whatever. I don’t care.”

He chuckles and I throw a dirty towel at him.

Jerk.

What would he know about how Ghost feels? Nothing. If this information was coming from Capone, his right hand and club Vice President, I might take stock in what’s being said. Axe though. No way.

I roll my eyes at him and finish getting setup for tonight, making sure the club’s signature moonshine that was sent as a gift to Ghost is on display. The special anniversary blend was sent from the national President personally. Rebel Black.

I’ve never had a proper introduction, but I’ve heard plenty of talk about him.

Club members funnel in through the doors.

Time to get to work and push thoughts of Ghost actually being in a relationship out of my mind.

He doesn’t love her.

He can’t.

“She’s so pretty,” Taco murmurs in my ear as we watch Ghost and his new wife make their grand entrance.

It’s true. Whoever the bitch is, she’s beautiful. A blonde bombshell. Thin waist, nice rack. Is she wearing my shorts? What the fuck is she doing in my clothes? All I see is red as he draws their clutched hands to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.

She’s wearing a wedding band.

He actually went through with it.

He married her.

The unobtainable bachelor.

If I wasn’t seeing this with my own eyes, I’d never buy into it.

I hate her and I don’t even know her.

I don’t need to.

Ghost is mine.

He’s been mine for three years.

Sure, he has been with other women, but I’m the one he always comes back to.

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