Page 18 of Spice's Halloween

The truth was, I already liked Spice a lot, which said little for me considering I’d only broken up with David three weeks ago now. But this last week, Spice had come over to mine and cooked and we’d watched a movie. Or Spice had taken me out on his bike (twice, and I needed more!). Once, we’d even gone for a walk around the park at night.

Spice meticulously planned every date. He correctly guessed I didn’t want to be seen in public until my bruises went down, so he sought things we could do.

Honestly, I was unsure why he was dating me because I didn’t exactly fit into his world of Harleys and bold women. Nor was I a huge party girl; I loved being at home with a blanket and fire going.

Spice was even cuter with gifts. He didn’t go for flowers and chocolates when picking me up or coming over. The first night,Spice handed me a chunky silver bracelet, and on the following dates, he gave me a charm that reflected the date. We watched a film about a cruise ship tipping over, and the people had to escape it, so Spice bought me a ship.

When we went for the two bike rides, I received a motorbike charm and the second time I got a helmet. Spice’s every action was deliberate, with me as the focus. I’d never been spoiled in my life. Apart from my parents, that is, and they were just as charmed by Spice as me.

Somehow, Spice had tracked them down and informed them what had happened.

They had called immediately, and Spice had been here when they’d done so. Between the both of us, we’d reassured them they didn’t need to fly home. Mom had been very taken with Spice, claiming he was a hundred times better than David. That had made me laugh. Spice had shrugged it off when I expressed gratitude for hunting them down.

Those little things meant more to me than David’s extravagant gestures. Comparing Spice to David was like judging a rose to a weed. David had never been this considerate, and three weeks after our dramatic breakup, I didn’t miss David at all. That led me to question whether I’d really been in love with him. One thing for certain was David hadn’t loved me.

I’d found David’s black book entirely by accident that day. I had been looking for some documents my mom had asked me to fax over when I discovered it. David hadn’t hidden it very well in truth.

When I began to read, a burning hatred had welled in my stomach, swiftly followed by a shit load of hurt. But I now realised that I hadn’t been upset because I loved him. It was more being taken for a fool.

Since the attack, I’d not seen or heard from David. But I had recognised his voice as he’d hissed ‘bitch’ at me. Did Davidreally think I wouldn’t recognise him? That revealed David’s disconnection from reality.

But it no longer mattered. David was out of my life.

Spice – The past.

“If you complain one more time, Fists…” I warned my brother.

Fists made a growling noise and gazed at the bar as we sat on our Harleys, watching.

“Are we sure that fucker is in there?” Fists asked.

“Why don’t I go and check?” Pipes offered.

“No!” we all hissed.

“What the fuck?” Pipes asked.

“Tell me a bar other than ours that you’ve been in and not started a punch-up within an hour?” Berserker demanded.

Pipes pursed his lips as he considered Berserker’s words.

“Exactly,” Fists muttered.

“Look, I’ll go. Higgins won’t recognise me,” Fists said as Pipes began bitching under his breath.

“Don’t start a fuckin’ fight,” Berserker warned.

“Prez, my name isn’t Pipes,” Fists shot back and swung off his Harley.

Ten minutes passed before Fists returned.

“That is the fucker’s vehicle, but Higgins ain’t driving it. Asshole’s let some bitch called Maggie have his car while he drives hers. Says she’s not seen Higgins for a few days as he’s away on business,” Fists said.

“Bullshit. Higgins is lying low. Did you find out what she drives?” I demanded.

“A blue Camero. I got the deets. Let’s move before someone gets suspicious,” Fists replied.

We rode back to the clubhouse, where Fists explained about the woman he’d found driving asshole’s wheels. Maggie happened to be a dippy idiot who’d no idea where the asshole was or the fact she’d been played.

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