Page 14 of Stealing the Biker

It doesn’t.

I know what I’m signing on for. I’d rather die believing in something instead of standing for nothing and working a dead-end job somewhere. Waking up one day, having lived life with nothing but regrets.

I’m seeing this through until the end of my road.

I shoot off a text to let him know I need his couch for the night.

Hey man, is it cool if I crash at your place tonight?

I doubt he has anyone over. He’s still hung up on Ember, Sabrina’s bestie that is the sister of Prodigy and currently dating Smoke.

Even if I wasn’t prospecting, Sabrina would still be around the club because of Ember. I don’t know why she gives me so much damn grief for it.

Was about to go grab some grub. Want to go shoot some pool?

Yeah, sure. Why not? I’m parked downstairs.

All I was going to do was go to bed, anyway.

I start my truck back up and wait for him to drag his ass down here. After about ten minutes, he climbs in the passenger side. “What were you doing? Curling your hair?” I chuckle.

“Was trimming my pubes for your grandma later. Wouldn’t want her to get a hair hung in her throat when she takes her teeth out.”

“Fuck you.” I shudder. “You’re sick, you know that?”

He grins. “We all have our talents.”

“Where are we going?”

“Bullseye on seventh avenue.”

“Is that the new place they built where the vacant lot used to be by the car dealerships and Dollar General?”

“Yup. They have the best onion chips I’ve ever had and tonight they have two dollar beers.”

“Now I see why you wanted to come here.” I watch the pretty little blonde he’s been eye-fucking for the past ten minutes strut toward us with our beers.

He grins. “Shut up.”

“Hey. No judgment. I’m just glad to see you’re moving on from Ember because we both know that’s never going to happen.”

“Don’t.” he shuts the conversation down fast.

Can’t blame him with the whole bet thing he had with Smoke. I don’t understand how Ember forgave either of them for that shit, but she did.

The cute server places our beers on the table, flashing her dazzling smile at Trenton before spinning around to take another order from a nearby table.

All the girl’s working here are dressed in black booty hugging shorts and white tees with a bullseye on them.

I get another text from Sabrina while we wait for our onion chips.

Are you really not coming home tonight?

As much as I wish I could, I’ve gotta stick close to the club this week.

Are you saying you won’t be home at all this week?

I don’t know. Depends on how long this job lasts.

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