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Ford ended up giving me several rides that night before taking me back to Nina's apartment in the early hours of the morning. I wasn't sure if she'd heard about what had happened, and I hoped she wasn't worried.

When Ford dropped me off, I looked at my phone for the first time since arriving at the game. I had several text messages and missed calls from Nina, so I quickly typed her a text to let her know I was okay.

Me:Sorry for not responding sooner; had a biker problem lol I'll explain later

I got in my car and quickly changed before driving home. I didn't need my dad or brothers interrogating me about my lack of clothing.

Luckily, no one was up and about when I got home. The sun was just starting to rise, and I was exhausted. Ford had really worn me out, but I loved the passion between us. And I wasn't about to let someone older show me up. I had to hold my own.

I washed my makeup off and brushed my teeth, then collapsed into bed.

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My first shift was that Saturday, so the girls planned to take me out Friday night to celebrate getting a job. One of the things I loved about them was that they found every excuse to party. I needed that kind of positivity in my life.

Before I met up with them, I made a really bad decision and went to Harlot's on my way to Meghan and Hannah's. Ford and I had been texting each other here and there over the past few days. We hadn't made any plans to hook up again, but the sexual innuendos and flirtations were definitely there.

I wasn't sure what made me think that popping into his bar uninvited was a good idea, but it seemed like it at the time. It was pretty early in bar time so I wasn't sure Ford would even be there. I probably should've messaged him before showing up, but I wanted to maintain the element of surprise that surrounded our encounters.

Loud music and raucous laughter greeted me as I walked in, and my eyes scanned over the girls and other bikers until they finally fell on him.

He had some skanky, blond bimbo with fake tits in his lap. Even though I had no claim on him, anger simmered in my veins, and I clenched my fists to keep it at bay.

I should've known better after the strip club, but his jealousy at the poker game made me think that he might feel something more for me. But obviously, he didn't care about me since he had his tongue down some other bitch's throat.

I told myself to walk away, but I couldn't bring myself to turn around. I had a mean temper, which is why I'd always ended up getting the worst of Matteo's wrath since I'd fight back or provoke him.

I stalked over to them, blinded by anger, and grabbed the groupie by her hair. She yelped as I pulled her off Ford and threw her to the ground.

Everyone turned to look at us as she scrambled to get up and lunged at me. I clocked her in the nose, sending her stumbling back in her hooker heels.

“My nose!” she cried out, hands flying to her nose, which was streaming blood. “You bitch!”

Before I could get to her again, Ford picked me up and hauled me out of the bar. I could hear all the guys laughing behind us and making catcalls before the door closed.

Ford set me down, leveling me with a furious glare. “What the hell was that? You can't just come into my bar and cause a scene like that.”

My body was humming with adrenaline, and my heart pounded. “Why? You can do it with me, but I can't do it with you?” I retorted, referring to the poker game.

His eyes narrowed, and he roughly grabbed me by the jaw. “I do what I want, and no one, including you, is going to tell me otherwise.” He let go of me but held my gaze. “You don't belong here. Us hooking up was a mistake. It ends now.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared me down.

“Fuck you, Ford,” I spat before turning around and storming to my car. I wanted to slap him, but my hand hurt from punching that bitch in the nose. My eyes burned with tears, but I'd be damned if I cried over that asshole.

I peeled out of the parking lot, never giving him a second glance. God, I fucking hated him.

I was able to calm myself down before I arrived at Meghan and Hannah's. I told myself that Ford was right, no matter how much it hurt. It was better to end things before they got complicated. There was no future with us, so there was no point in wasting my time, even if the sex was amazing.

I immediately felt better once I was with my girls. They'd chosen a country-western bar that had some bomb ass barbecue for our night out, and we decided to go all out with the theme. We dressed in our hottest country girl outfits, complete with cowboy boots and hats. I wore some daisy dukes and a cropped pink plaid shirt that tied at the bottom.

If Ford didn't want me, I was going to find someone who did. All I needed was a good fuck to get my mind off him.

“Are you ready to two-step?” Meghan asked, imitating a country drawl.

I laughed as I finished my makeup. “Sure thing, partner.”

We decided to eat as soon as we got there to prepare us for the night. With the way we drank, it was the smartest thing to do so we wouldn't get smashed too easily.

After dinner, we went to the bar, and Hannah ordered a round of tequila. “To Dixyn,” she toasted, holding up her shot glass.

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