Page 45 of These Deadly Vows

I twist to face her and the wall I thought I’d built around my heart tumbles the rest of the way down. She’s wearing his cut and a pair of black lace panties. Her gorgeous blonde hair is wild from rolling around in their bed, no doubt.

The sight of her flushed face is like a knife to the heart.

“It can wait.”

“Leave your key.”

Wordlessly, I leave one on an end table and hightail it back to the bar. He let her wear his cut. The leather that means more to him than anything.

I ignore the look of pity Axe wears as I enter the bar. I don’t need nor do I want him, of all people, feeling sorry for me. Shoulders straight, tits out, I grab a bottle of tequila and climb up on the bar. “Who wants to do body shots?”

“Hell yeah,” someone chants.

I whip off my top, showing off my pierced nipples and take a hard pull off the tequila, trying to forget all about Ghost. There are seven bikers ready to fill every hole I have and then some.

It won’t be the first train I’ve had run on me, and I doubt it will be the last.

I watch Boo slink out the door, then I grab the key she left behind and find a place to stick it for future use. The fact that she had been crying was evident. I shouldn’t hate her, but I do. I know Ghost was with her after he sent me away to dry my own tears on the night we married. The night we murdered my father together. I should push him toward her and wish them well, but I can’t help the attraction that pulls me to him. This need to conquer him. To make the monster soft for me.

I want to make him love me.

To drive him crazy.

So that when I drive a knife through his heart, he’ll never see it coming.

Like a good wife, I fetch his beer.

Upstairs, he’s kicked back in the bed like a tattooed king, one arm resting behind his head. The covers pulled down at his waist.

“Did I hear you talking to someone?”

“Your little friend stopped by. Guess you missed your playdate.”

“My playdate?” he grins.

I take a swig of his bitter tasting beer. “Mhmm.” I drop a knee next to him on the mattress and he takes the beer from me. “I don’t know what you call it.”

“Booty call.”

I scrunch my nose up at him.

“Do you want me to stop seeing her?”

“It would make things easier for me. Not having to worry that you’re going to track some STD back to me.”

“I wear rubbers.”

I shrug off his leather vest. “How many others are there?”

“Women that I fuck?” I nod. “I don’t keep track. It’s not like I have a harem.”

“So, she’s special to you?”

“No. A good time.”

“And me…am I special to you, Ghost?” I drop my other knee to the bed and sit with both palms flat to my thighs.

“Do you want to be?”

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