Page 17 of In Too Deep

“He won’t, though, will he, sugar? Because if you don’t keep your little mouth shut, then I’ll tell Daddy about how you’re fucking Blake, and we both know what will happen if he hears about that, don’t we?”

All the air vanishes from my lungs, and I feel sweat cover my face. He smiles, knowing that I’ve just confirmed that what he’s saying is true.

“You’ve got that all wrong,” I explain in a panic. “There’s no way I’m with Blake.”

“Oh, sugar, you think I’m stupid, don’t you?” His right hand rests on my hip.

“I’ve seen you.” He leans in and licks my neck from my ear down to my collarbone. I shiver in disgust, the scent of sweat and weed coming out of his pores.I’m going to be sick.

Without thinking, I bring my knee up and hit him in his balls, causing him to bellow out in pain. I use this as an opportunity to turn to face my door and quickly, with shaking hands, unlock it and run in, slamming it behind me.

Locking the door urgently, I walk backward, my eyes still focused on the door. The back of my knees hit the edge of my bed, causing me to sit.

I sit there for a while, wondering if Mikki’s going to try and break in. Surely, he wouldn’t be that stupid. The sounds will only cause the others to wake up, and how will he explain what he is doing breaking down my door? He knows the rules—my side of the hallway is off-limits. My dad made that clear from the beginning.

Time passes. Biting the bullet, I stand and return to the door. Placing my ear up against the wooden surface, I struggle to hear any sound at all. No groaning, no words, nothing.

Inhaling, I unlock it, slowly peer around the door, and sigh in relief when I find no trace of Mikki. Would he have the guts to tell my dad about Blake and me? If he does, I’m going to have to deny it. I also need to warn Blake about Mikki. We need to be more careful or stop things for a while.

Even though I don’t love Blake, it’s nice to have some kind of relationship, even if it is just a fuck buddy. I know he sleeps with other women, and that’s fine by me. The club would ask questions if he didn’t, but lately, I’ve noticed he’s not taking any women back to his room. I really need to talk to him and let him know that Mikki’s onto us, and he’s only going to prove he’s right if he’s not fucking anyone else.

Shutting the door, I lock it again and then head to the shower to wash. It’s Saturday, and Saturday nights are usually an excuse for another party, which means I will be busy.

Other chapters travel to Toronto, and my father loves catching up with other presidents behind closed doors. I would love to know what they discuss, but once again, I’m not allowed to ask any questions.

Sighing, I try to focus on the positives, and that is making tips tonight. The busier it is, the more money I will make.

If my dad knew I was saving money, he’d want to know what I needed it for, and there’s no way I’m going to tell him about my plans. He would only stop me.

With that last thought, my stomach rumbles, letting me know I’m hungry. Struggling to remember the last time I ate, I decide to make myself something right after I finish my shower.

The boys will be expecting breakfast soon. Guess who will organize that? That’s right, me. Oh, and Peggy. Peggy is Dad’s whore and tries to act like my mother. I don’t know why the hell she thinks she can be my mother when she’s basically only five years older than me. I have no idea what she sees in mydad. Sure, he’s masculine and handsome in a way, but he’s old enough to be her father.

When my dad was with my mother, I’d seen him in his younger years, and he was youthful and very good-looking, but now all that is gone with all the smoking, drugs, and alcohol he has.

I know why Peggy is with him, and that’s because he’s the president of the RBMC. She wants to be beside him, hoping he will make her his old lady someday, but that won’t happen. My dad is just using her, just like I’m using Blake. Someone to warm our beds at night.

Chapter Seven

COLE

Hearing the sound of pipes rumbling, I stop working on the bike that got dropped off this morning and turn to see who’s turning up to the garage. It’s been a long couple of weeks, and I’ve been run off my feet with all the business I’m getting. Shit, I’m even thinking about hiring another mechanic.

The first day I got the keys to this place, I invited my boys over to my house before I moved out.

We had planned for the last six months to travel around on our bikes, knowing that we finally had the time to take our bikes on the ride that we’d been talking about for years. This plan included Keith, and although he wouldn’t be joining us, we still wanted to do it in his memory. But now it seems I need an excuse to get out of it, and it had to be a good one.

The only thing I could come up with was that my parents needed me. So, I dished up a lie about how they had damage to their house due to the storm that happened last month and needed me to help them with some of the repairs that insurance didn’t cover. They all know how much I love my parents and how close we are.

Once I explained to them why I could no longer go on this ride, Luke piped up, saying they would delay the trip and help me out at my folk’s house. I didn’t know how to reply to that. It just goes to show what kind of men they are. Men who are willing to give up a long-awaited trip to help me.

But I couldn’t let that happen. A trip away for them would be good as it would give us the distance I need in order to be undercover. So, I explained to them how this ride was in honor of Keith’s life and how it was his dream, and they needed to see it through. It took a while to convince them, but finally, theyagreed, and I was so happy they did because if they didn’t, I don’t know what the hell I would come up with.

Standing, I look up at the bikes parked at the front of the garage and notice Tyler out the corner of my eye, standing and wiping his hands with a towel.

“Here they come,” he whispers under his breath. “Act cool. Remember, your name is Seth.”

Trying to act cool, I nod at him, but my heart is beating a million miles an hour.This is it, don’t fuck this up.

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