Page 28 of The Biker's Vow

Prez and East are shooting the shit with Rebel and Striker Black, the President and Vice President. Could be we patch over to their club if not the Kings. One thing I do know is that change is coming.

I spy Ember with Creed across the field, roasting marshmallows and wieners over one of the designated fire pits. I got shot of Angel the moment we parked. She’s not my responsibility and she sure as shit isn’t my fucking date.

“You stare at them any harder, they may burst into flames,” Prodigy says as he drops into the chair next to mine as I nurse my beer.

“Fuck off.”

“You want to tell me what the fuck you’re doing?”

“Nope.”

“I told you not to hurt her.”

“Coulda. Shoulda. Doesn’t matter now, does it?”

“Matters to me when I gotta drag her out of bed and force her to shower. Matters to me when I’ve got to take time from my wife to clean up the mess you fuckin’ made.”

“Noted.”

“So that’s all you’ve got to say?”

“You were right. Is that what you want to hear? That I should have backed off and never picked back up where we left off. Was too soon. Cut her loose and, as you can see, she’s doing what you wanted.”

“Fuckin’ knew you’d pull this shit.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re an ass who can’t handle having one woman.”

“Creed isn’t any better.”

“Guess that remains to be seen.”

“You really want your sister with someone like that guy?”

“She’s too good for either of you.” Now that’s something we can agree on. “What I want to know is what you did besides break her heart that had her not wanting to leave bed.”

“Doesn’t look all that sad to me.” I take a heavy pull off my beer and motion to Creed, who is feeding her a S’more.

“What would you have her do? Be back at home curled up in a ball crying and starving herself to sleep? You dumped her and told her to find a new place to live.”

“Fuck if I know.”

“You better figure it out and fast, or you just might lose her for good.”

The flames between my babydoll and me dance higher, the heat licking my face giving me a preview of what hell will be like. I watch her as she giggles and swipes sticky goo off Creed’s lips.

A week ago, I had it all and now I’ve got nothing but my regret. It’s enough to bring a man to his knees to watch the woman you love being happy with another man.

The black ooze coating my heart seeps through my skin as my anger continues to build. I’m not even mad at her or that bastard wearing that stupid fucking smirk when he sees I’m watching the show.

Heavy rock belts from a nearby speaker, but I can’t hear the words or follow the tune. All I hear is static as I watch my world crumble, with no one to blame but myself.

Prodigy takes off and I don’t blame him. I’m not good company, and it’s probably costing him not to put his boot in my ass for being so goddamned idiotic.

Crushing my empty can, I toss it into the firepit and grab another. Can’t drink my problems away, but I sure as fuck can numb them for a while.

“I hope I didn’t get you into too much trouble,” Angel says as she takes up the seat Prodigy vacated.

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