Page 9 of Broken

Myth snorted. “That’s a fucking lie. I remember atime when you didn’t need an excuse. You were quite happy to fuck to your heart’scontent and get your job done.” Myth shook his head. “What is happening toeveryone?”

Dirty didn’t have to say anything. He knew whathis trouble was. It was a pesky little blonde he couldn’t get out of his mind.Fucking Petal.

She was meant to be a little fun, which wasexactly what she was, but the trouble was, he couldn’t get her out of hisfreaking mind. He knew the best way to deal with this predicament was just toget another woman, fuck her until he forgot who Petal Hargreaves was.

There was no way Petal was ever going to let himback inside. They were never going to do causal. He’d hurt her. She wasn’tgoing to forgive him.

He knocked back his full glass of whiskey andslapped the counter, wanting another refill quickly. Rooster was there, as perusual, manning the bar. There was no other brother that could keep up with thedemand, but Rooster always had their backs.

“Fucking ace,” Dirty said, as his glass wasrefilled.

Rooster shook his head and refused to give him thebottle. “Prez’s orders. No bottles. This is just a party, and no reason to getshit-faced.”

Which meant Warden wasn’t happy with something. Afew months of no Evil Fuckers MC, and it was time to celebrate. The MC musthave disbanded. Daemon had gone on a wild killing spree, there was no one left.

Dirty had seen that fucked-up mess. Deamon hadkilled his own son in the carnage. There had been a lot of dead bodies.

He lifted the glass to his lips and glanced towardthe door as it opened, and she was like a fucking glass of ice water hittinghim square in the face.

For the past few months, he’d seen her in the ever-growinguniform that seemed to hang off her body rather than hug her curves. Even todayat the grocery store, she wore an oversized sweatshirt that covered her body.

Tonight, she wore a pair of jeans that hugged herbody, along with a shirt that pushed her tits together, but it also showed offthe weight she had lost. Her long blonde hair had those natural curls shealways tried to straighten and was constantly fighting with. It also lookedlike she had put on a little makeup.

Rosalie, like always, was with Colt.

The moment she saw her friend, that was it, andColt merely shook his head and moved toward the bar. The two women stoodtogether, holding hands, talking. Petal looked really good. Better than heexpected.

Memories of feeling that body wrapped around himrushed through him, and his cock hardened. He wanted her so badly, it was allhe could think about in that moment. To feel her wrapped around his dick. Shefelt so incredible. Even on the night he had taken her virginity. She had beenin a great deal of pain, but he refused to allow her to remember her firstmoment with tears in her eyes, so he’d done everything he could to make it thebest experience of her life.

Of course, that wouldn’t matter now, because he’dgiven her one of the worst experiences of her life.

“Three beers please,” Colt said, slapping his handon the counter.

“Three beers,” Myth said. “There go your plans toget laid.” The other brother left with a smirk.

“He does know that if tonight turns to shit, hischance of getting laid ends as well,” Colt said.

“Don’t sound bitter,” Dirty said. “Do you want meto create a distraction?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“You sure? With Petal around, you won’t get a lookin.”

“It’s different now. I don’t need you distractingPetal. It’s all good.” Three beer bottles were placed in front of him.

“All good? You do surprise me.”

Colt laughed. “I have that ability. Nah, there isno reason to keep the two apart. It makes no sense. I know Rosalie is doingmuch better, and with time those wounds might heal. It is going to be hell, butit will be a manageable kind of hell.”

Dirty knew Colt spoke from experience as thebrother lost his sister. She died in his arms during a shoot-out at the park.There was nothing Colt could have done. He held his sister as she died. Fromthat day forward, Colt’s hatred of the Evil Fuckers MC had been cemented. Itnearly cost him Rosalie. They all assumed Rosalie had been like her father,Deamon. They’d been wrong. Rosalie had been a true innocent. And Colt nearlyfucked that up.

Just like Dirty fucked up his time with Petal.

“Thanks, anyway. If I need you, I’ll let youknow.” Colt slapped him on the back and made his way over to the two women.

Colt offered Petal a beer, which she took, and hewatched as she had a small sip. She rarely drank, at least from his experience withher.

Rosalie went into Colt’s waiting arms, and thethree of them talked.

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