Page 50 of The Biker's Vow

“See you got your head out of your ass,” Prodigy tells me as Zoe gushes with Ember over the engagement ring adorning her finger.

“Something like that.”

“What the fuck?” he mutters under his breath. “Is that who I think it is?”

I glance in the direction he’s staring, seeing Dirty Diana and wondering who her victim is this year. The cunt sinks her claws into a different biker at every rally. I can’t fight the smile that spreads over my face at the sight of an old friend I thought for sure was dead. Figured Kingpin had killed Hallow when he went off the radar.

His gaze catches mine and he signals me over. “Be right back. Don’t let my woman stray too damn far,” I tell Prodigy. “You son of a bitch.” I go in for a hug, not giving a damn that doing so could land my ass in some serious hot water if the wrong prying eyes realize who he is. “You’ve been busy.” I take in his new road name. Maverick and the fact that he now belongs to the Road Monsters. “Where the hell have you been hiding?”

“Can’t talk here. Too many eyes and ears.”

“Right. But Dirty Diana?” I chuckle. “What? You need a new motorcycle or some shit?” I laugh, knowing he’s in on the joke. The fat bitch paid for my first set of wheels. She’s still up to the same old shit. Some things never fucking change.

He shrugs. “You know how it is.”

“Hey, Smoke,” she greets me, licking her lips, curling her fake red nails tightly around Hallow or, I guess, I should say, Maverick’s bicep.

“Diana.”

“How’s the bike holding up?”

“Traded it in. Upgraded.”

“I can see that.” She sizes Ember up as she struts over to me. My babydoll puts that whore to shame in her short shorts with holes in the pockets and black tank top that molds around the curves of her breasts and hips. Her long dark hair styled in a braid over her left shoulder. No makeup. All natural and drop dead gorgeous.

“Don’t be a stranger,” I tell Maverick, avoiding eye contact with Diana. Don’t want her getting any ideas and seeing my good manners as an invitation.

Maverick shoots me a chin lift as they move off to mingle.

“Who was that?” Ember questions.

“A damn ghost,” I tell her, knowing she has no clue what the hell I’m talking about.

“Do you know that woman? She keeps looking at me.”

“More like who doesn’t know her. Let’s just say she gets around.”

“Hmm.”

I hate the suspicious expression on her face. I can sense the gears in her head turning while she’s trying to work out how I know the bitch.

“Gotta ignore her, babydoll. You know the type. Getting saddled with the cunt is a punishment.”

“What’d he do then?”

“If I told you, we’d be here all damn day.”

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out from someone else.”

“Not here.”

“Why?”

“She’s trouble and not the good kind.”

“There’s a good kind of trouble?”

“Yeah, like sweet little virgins walking into the Devil’s Playground and getting mistaken for a bunny by a big bad wolf like me.” I grin as she rolls her eyes.

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