Page 7 of Savage Heart

“Fuck, Trouble, baby, I’ve missed this,” Bonnie purred, the sound of her voice sucking the marrow from Liz’s bones. She couldn’t be saying what Liz thought she was saying. From what Liz knew, Bonnie hadn’t even come into the club until after Erik and Liz had gotten together. If she could “miss” Erik…that meant she’d had something of him to miss.

No. That can’t be right. I’m hearing things wrong.

Yeah, like you aren’t hearing the sounds of them fucking,her own voice snarled back at her.Can’t mistake that, cupcake.

“It’s not like you weren’t on my dick last night, Bonnie.”

More grunting, more slapping…then one last loud grunt.

She knew that grunt. He was finishing.

Inside another woman.

She didn’t understand. He’d known she was coming to the bar. He’d fuckingtextedher to be there. And she was there.

Listening. Hearing.Knowing.

She sucked in a breath, her chest burning, her thoughts spinning—just like the contents of her stomach.

He’dknownshe was coming.

He’dknownshe would find him fucking another woman.

Liz thought back to the look Hell Hound had given her at the door on her way in. Then the looks from the men and the sluts in the booth. The pity.

Then she remembered Tosser…and how fucking gleeful he was, telling her exactly where Trouble and Bonnie were.

Allof them had known what was happening.

And they hadn’t given a shit.

Her whole body shaking, Liz took a step back, dropping her hand from the knob like it had turned into a snake.

On the other side of the door, there was a long silence. She could she shadows moving behind the frosted glass. She knew she would leave, that she should get the hell out of there and never come back….

Her hand slipped to her still flat belly. Well…as flat as it could be when she was forty pounds overweight.

No matter what the asshole had done…or had been doing…he was still going to be a father. She still had the responsibility of telling him. After that, he could do whatever the hell he wanted with his life. She wanted nothing from him.

Ever.

“What’re you gonna do about that fat bitch?” Bonnie’s voice carried, almost as if she meant for everyone in the fucking bar to hear. “She’s been all over you like white on rice.”

Liz sneered. She’d been in a fucking relationship with him! They’d practically lived together! He came to her place most nights—she’d never gone to his. He came to her, called her, texted her. She’d never asked him for anything—he’d given it all! And stupid fucking Liz believed it meant they were in a committed relationship. What the hell did the whore expect?

What didyouexpect? You should have known a man like Erik Skaarsen would never settle down with a woman like you. Fat. Unlovable. An inexperienced loser.

Each word slashed at her already shredded, bleeding insides.

“I’m only with her because she’s easy. No emotions. Tight pussy. And she lets me do whatever the fuck I want.”

Liz swallowed down the bile threatening to rise and meet the floor at her feet. He couldn’t be saying that. All those nights together, wrapped around each other. He’d been so…gentle. Adoring. He’d kissed her as though he’d loved her. And she’d loved him back. She thought that the macho biker badass just couldn’t say the words, that he showed them with every touch, every brush of his lips against her temple or forehead. That he hadn’t spoken them with his mouth, but he’d whispered “I love you” with his body, his intense attention, his thoughtfulness.

How could it have all been fake?

Bonnie’s laugh was like a screwdriver against a glass bowl. “Still, I doubt she’d be happy to know you just fucked me like you hated me.”

Liz flinched, the reality of Bonnie’s words slicing deep. She’d heard them in there together, had instinctively known what they were doing, but to actually hearthe words, the acknowledgement—clear and fatal to her heart…. She shuddered, her blood turning to ice, yet her skin feeling aflame. Humiliation licked at her, burning through her.

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