Page 15 of Stealing the Biker

Seriously?!?!

I don’t know what she expects. This comes with the territory. What will she do when I’m a patched member and have to go on a run that she can’t know shit about?

I’m trying my damnedest, Brina. I swear.

How many times have we had this same conversation? You’re always making me promises you can’t seem to keep.

Despite my frustration with her constant nagging, guilt pulls at my heart. Sabrina has every right to be pissed. She’s not wrong. I’ve neglected her for the club. More than I ever thought I would.

I’d rather we continue this conversation in person. I’ll take you to dinner my next night off.

Don’t make any promises, Jimmy. You’ll just end up ditching me like always.

Her doubt cuts and I feel even lousier than I already was.

I don’t know what more explanation she wants. We’ve talked about how important the club is to me. No matter what I do or say, she only gets angrier with me.

I won’t.

We’ll see…

Her short response doesn’t bode well for our future conversation, but at least I’ve bought myself some time.

Being torn between my love for the club and my love of Sabrina is tearing us apart, and I’m not sure how to stop this collision course.

I plant my phone on the table and drown my sorrows in my beer and onion chips while Trenton chats up that pretty blonde by the bar. At least one of us is having some luck tonight.

“Hey, man. I’m going to wait around and catch a ride with Leslie.” He hands me his door key. “Don’t wait up.” He slaps me on the back. “Wait. What crawled up your ass?”

“Shit with Sabrina.” I top off my beer. “Trying to keep her and prospect isn’t working out so hot.”

“It won’t be this tough forever. Hang in there. And buy her some flowers.” He winks.

“Flowers.” I snort. “This grovel requires more than some colorful petals and candy.”

“Trust me. She’ll appreciate the effort. I know what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah. Guess that’s why Ember’s with Smoke.” I wince as soon as I say the words.

“Ouch. Ice cold, man.”

“I didn’t mean it.” I’m pissed at myself and shouldn’t take it out on the guy letting me crash at his pad. Bringing up Ember is a low blow I’m not proud of.

“You need to let off some steam or get shitfaced until you forget all your worries.” He holds up a finger for me to give him a minute. He stalks back to the bar and comes back with some shots.

“What about the blonde?”

“Bros before hoes. Us probies gotta stick together.”

It’s different for him. He’s a legacy. Earning his cut isn’t the same as it is for me. I don’t hold it against him. We need every leg up we can get. Both of us.

The potent liquid burns a trail down my throat, warming my insides as it ignites in my stomach. Repeating the act until we’re four rounds in the effects takes hold of me. Numbing the frustrating thoughts about Sabrina. Right now, she seems likesomeone else’s problem. The patrons around us blur together as I attempt to blink away the fuzz of the hazy lights.

“What’d I tell ya?” Trenton jabs a finger at my chest. “All you needed was right here.” He passes me another shot. “To freedom and pretty little blondes.” He throws an arm around the girl from earlier.

“Yeah.” I toss it back, slipping further into mindless oblivion, ignoring the way my stomach churns.

“All right. I think you boys have had enough.” She slips out from his embrace.

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