Page 50 of Break Out

“You aren’t going to tell me about your road name, are you?”

“Nope.”

“You know, whatever I make up in my mind is going to be a thousand times worse than the actual story.”

“No, it won’t.”

I stared at him. “What? You bludgeoned someone with a steel pipe?

His eyes slid to the side, and he shook his head. “Not telling you, Jade. No need for me to make you more jaded.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “But you’ve killed someone, I take it.”

His eyes narrowed. “You are so blasé. You should run the other direction from me, to think, let alone know, that I’ve done something like that.”

“You’re an outlaw. You aren’t going to follow the rules.”

“Never thought an MC princess would be my gig. You’re cool with a cold-blooded killer in your bed?”

“I don’t think you realize how early I became an MC princess. Since I could talk, I’ve loved motorcycles and everything about them. Hell, it’s why Dad insisted I leave for college. He probably knew I’d find a brother who was a president, or about to become the chapter president.”

“You don’t think your dad knows what’s best for you?”

I nodded. “It’s more like he thinks he knows. But the truth is, between him and my mom, I was born to be a president’s old lady, when the time is right.”

Chapter 11

Not If I Can Help It

Steel

Simone had to be all talk. Born to be a president’s old lady, that was too much. At the same time, she was right. Her spunky side only came out when it wouldn’t bite her in the ass. She had the ability to keep her cool. Over the years, I’d found that hard to come by in most women – especially the women determined to be with me for my position.

We ate spaghetti on the deck. She had a recipe memorized and it had to be the best meat sauce I’d ever tasted.

If only I were ten years younger.

Jordan needed his head examined. After spending the entire day with her and learning more and more about her, no matter how much I loved Jordan, he was a massive moron to let her go.

The sea breeze had calmed down as the sun set. The encroaching darkness along with the heavy food in my belly, the time had come.

“That’s an ominous look on your face,” she said.

This had been a great day, but also reckless of me. I should have left when Volt did. Yet, I craved her even as I sat across from her.

“And now you’re biting your lip again,” she muttered.

I put my napkin on top of my plate. “I have to go.”

She nodded and smiled. “Okay, gonna leave me with dish duty, after I cooked for you. That’s… a choice.”

My lips quirked. “Simone.”

“What?”

“You make it hard to go.”

She stood. “Now can you imagine if I were being clingy? Ride safe, it’ll be dark soon and believe it or not, you’re more likely to be on the road with drunks right now than at midnight.”

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