Page 9 of Deceit

Chapter Six

Brynn

FOR THE LAST week allI’ve been able to think about is the date with Kingston. I’ve barely seen him since that night, but we’ve talked on the phone a few times and spend a lot of time messaging one another. It was the best date I’ve ever been on and I wish Kingston wasn’t so busy with the club so we could see one another again. This is the first time in my life I have ever wanted to have a second date with a guy and it’s a foreign feeling for me. In the past, I was usually so bored on a date, I would count down the minutes until I could give my excuses and go home. There wasn’t even a second of feeling that way when I was out with Kingston. Yes, I told him things I didn’t really want to but it wasn’t because he pressured me into doing it. There’s just something about him that makes me comfortable and wanting to open up to him. I know he’ll keep my secrets and not share them with anyone else. Especially since I don’t want the world to know who my family is. Even when I told him my family members were part of an MC, he didn’t push me to know which club they belonged with. That’s another first for me.

When Kingston kissed me, I knew without a doubt that I could’ve stopped it at any time, but the second his lips touched mine, there was no way in hell I was going to pull away from him. An electric current flowed from him to me and lit my entire body up in ways I’ve never felt before. Goosebumps broke out over my skin and I couldn’t stop the moans from escaping if my life depended on it. Kingston tasted like the one beer he allowed himself to drink with our dinner and something minty. I’ve only kissed a few guys after they’ve had beer to drink and could never stand the lingering taste of it. With Kingston, it was different and something I didn’t mind at all. I only wanted more of him.

Shaking my head of the ever present feelings and thoughts regarding Kingston, I put my focus back on the computer in front of me. I’ve given myself a deadline to get this book done and I need to get back on track. I re-read what I’ve written today to get it back in the front of my mind and continue on with the story of the girl who’s been treated like shit her entire life finding love with the least likely person. A gruff man who’s known as the town hermit and doesn’t talk to anyone else. They went to school together and he’s always been there when she’s needed him the most.

Writing, I always keep one ear on the bookstore around me. While I try to tuck myself away in the little nook I’ve found, I’ve been taught my entire life that I need to pay attention to my surroundings and always be alert. Especially with whoever is leaving the ‘gifts’ for me on my porch. Yes, I’ve gotten more of them and the last ones were pictures of Kingston and myself while we were out on our date. I have no clue how this fucker got close enough to get our picture without either one of us knowing someone else was there, but they did. It sent a tremor of fear through me that I can’t suppress.

Anyway, I’m deep in my writing when I hear two females talking from one of the aisles close to me.

“Can you believe Kingston finally got some girl from here to go out on a date with him? Even though he lost the bet and that was what he had to do, I didn’t think he’d actually go through with it,” one of the girls asks, shock filling her voice as my fingers stop typing and pain fills me.

“Don’t doubt Kingston, Savannah. My cousin is a man who will always do what he says. Even if it’s because he’s lost a bet and didn’t want to follow through with the stipulation. You didn’t see him when he got back to the clubhouse that night. This was about more than some bet for Kingston,” the second girl says, happiness filling her voice as my heart cracks in two and I realize I’m nothing more than a pawn in some game Kingston was playing.

Tears fill my eyes as I realize this is why he doesn’t want to go out with me again. Yeah, we’ve talked and messaged one another, but that’s it. There’s been no indication on his part that he wants to see me again or anything. I’m so fucking stupid! Here I am reliving every second of the best date of my life and Kingston is more than likely laughing and joking about what a fucking naïve girl I am to think he actually wanted to go out with me and didn’t ask simply because of a bet he lost.

“You’re telling me Kingston actually had a good time on his date?” the first girl asks, surprise in her voice as I snap out of my shock and quickly pack away everything.

I can’t stand sitting here for another second, listening to their conversation about me. I’ve been hurt by words my entire life. For some reason, these words from strangers hurt more than anything I’ve ever heard in my life. With everything placed back in my bookbag, I secure it on my shoulders before grabbing my helmet from the chair next to me and racing from the second floor of the store. For the first time ever, I don’t stop to put on my riding gear as it sits buried under my laptop and the rest of my shit. I quickly strap on my helmet and straddle my bike, putting the key in the ignition and starting my engine. Taking off out of the parking lot, I race toward my house so I can pack up a bag and get out of Pine View for a while.

I’ve been on the roadfor hours and am almost at the compound. My eyes are swollen and red from crying and no one knows I’m coming home. I didn’t want to call and have my parents know something was wrong before I got here. There’s no way in hell I’ll tell them the truth of what happened to me and I haven’t been able to think of a plausible reason as to why I’ve been crying. I could use the excuse of someone leaving shit on my porch, but that would lead to being a prisoner while my dad, uncle, grandpa, and the rest of the club dug into the situation until they figured out what the fuck was going on. That’s not gonna work for me. So, I’ll have to come up with something on the fly once I get to my parent’s house and hope Maddox and Zoey aren’t there.

Pulling up to the closed gate, I wait for the Prospect to make his way to the driver’s side of my car.

“Are you lost?” he asks, leaning down to look in the window of my car at me.

“Not lost at all. I’m here to see my family,” I tell him, taking in the new Prospect as he tries to figure out who I am.

This guy is so new, he doesn’t know I’m Scathe’s daughter. Looking him over, I take in his dark blond hair that’s cut close to his head on the sides with the top longer and artfully messy as if he’s run his fingers through it a million times today. He’s got light blue eyes that appear cold and hard they’re so light while his face is clean-shaven and he’s sporting ink on his neck and down both arms. He’s a good looking guy if I’m being honest, but one who will keep his entire focus on the club and only care about getting his dick wet with the club girls when he has a free minute to fuck.

“You got family here?” he asks me, surprise filling his voice.

“She sure as fuck does, Lance. This is my grandbaby,” Mimi says, walking through the door by the gatehouse and coming over to my car.

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