Page 62 of The Good Girl

“Probably.”

“You want to show her you upgraded, huh?” I joke.

“I don’t give a fuck what Lola thinks. I just want everyone to know what a lucky bastard I am.”

“Okay, I’ll come. Of course, I will.”

His hand slips under my skirt, finding the clean underwear I put on. Damn it, I hoped he wouldn’t check.

The smirk on his face grows, and I know I’m in trouble. After the punishment I just received, I can’t help but feel like he might just bring out the naughty streak in me more often.

“I told you, no panties.”

“Whoops.”

He grabs the sides of my panties and rips them from my body like they were tissue paper.

I stare at him open-mouthed. “You’re insane.”

He kisses me, and I let him, wondering if I’m insane, too. By the time he pulls back, I’m wet again.

I narrow my eyes at him. “You did that on purpose.”

“Did what?” He says innocently.

When we get downstairs, I spot Amity sitting at a table with Legs, G, and a couple of other guys who are doodling on her pink cast. She looks up, and the moment she sees me, she jumps up and comes running over, wrapping her arms around me.

Pulling back, she turns to look at Havoc, narrowing her eyes. “G was looking for you.”

“Should have checked my vagina; it’s where he usually ends up when you can’t find him.”

Amity snorts as Havoc throws his head back and laughs. I roll my eyes, link my arm through Amity’s good one, and drag her outside.

It’s quieter out there, probably because there is a chill in the air and rain is supposed to be heading our way. I don’t care; the cool breeze feels like heaven on my overheated skin.

“You look good in your cut,” I tell her.

“Why thank you. So do you, even if I’m having trouble wrapping my head around you being Havoc’s old lady.”

“I can imagine.” I sigh, sitting on one of the comfortable sofas.

“But not for the reasons you’re probably thinking. I just thought you’d let your father mess with your head, and you’d end up with someone just like him.”

I shudder. “I love my dad, and I always will, but I’ll never go back to how things were. Having a husband just like him would mean me playing a role I outgrew a long time ago, like an outfit I used to love that just doesn’t fit anymore.”

She grabs my hand. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to live your own life. I’ve always supported you stepping out of Citlalli’s shadow and following your dreams. I’m happy when you’re happy. And even though Havoc’s intense, he’s a good guy. I won’t lie and say your speedy courtship didn’t surprise me because it did, but in the best possible way. Just know he won’t take your father’s shit—and you shouldn’t expect him to. I know you like to keep the peace, but Havoc’s not that guy.”

I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Why do I feel like this will blow up in my face?”

“Maybe it will,” she says quietly. “But when the dust settles, I’ll still be here, holding your hand every step of the way. And if you let him, so will Havoc.”

She and Havoc have developed a bond, so I’m not surprised she’s rooting for both of us. My dad, though? He’ll hate Havoc on principle. He’ll demand that I end things with him, like it’s his right to still call the shots in my life. I’m almost twenty-six; I’m not a little kid anymore. He’ll tell me Havoc’s unworthy of me, but the truth is, I’m not worthy of him.

I’m weak where my father is concerned. I let him walk all over me because I don’t like confrontation, so I back down and give in to avoid it. If Havoc knew that side of me he’d spank me for sure. How can the president of a motorcycle club want me as his old lady and expect me to rule beside him if I can’t even stand up for myself?

I’ve been a spectator in my own life for so long that I lost sight of what really matters. Writing has been my only solace, my escape during the quiet moments when Amity was working away and I was alone

I look at Amity, and I can tell she knows exactly what I’m thinking. As much as she’d like to fight my battles for me, this time I have to stand up and fight my own. I have to be the queen Havoc sees me as.

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