Page 4 of Forsaking All Others

That’s when I got my colors.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. The vote was unanimous, and we celebrated in true Knight fashion with top-shelf booze, pure cocaine, and easy pussy.

I don’t know how she wound up being there, but one minute I was snorting coke off some whore’s ass, the next I was standing in front of Holly, winding her long brown hair around my fingers.

I knew I was five years her senior.

That my brother wanted her, maybe even loved her.

But like I said, I didn’t give a fuck.

Not a single one.

And neither did she.

We didn’t cross the line that night.

Didn’t even kiss.

She gave me those eyes, shared her smile and by the grace of God, I kept my dick in my pants. I brushed her hair away from her ear and leaned in.

She smelled like sweet watermelon and fucking sunshine.

My lips touched her ear and with my dick pressing against the zipper of my jeans, I told her to leave. To come back when she was legal.

Of course, she didn’t listen.

She showed up every chance she got, we flirted and toed the line, but in the end, I turned her away every damn time.

Then on her eighteenth birthday she strutted into the clubhouse, wearing skintight leather pants and a white tank top. Her hair was down, just the way I liked it, and I itched to run my fingers through it. Everyone, Shady included, thought she was there for him, but my girl only had eyes for me. She stood in front of me, her hand perched on her hip, eyes soft and said, “I’m legal, now.”

I shook my head.

“No, now you’re mine,” I whispered back.

The rest—as they say—is history.

I shake the memory from my head and stare back at Holly.

Hand still perched on her hip.

Eyes still soft.

“You remember,” she whispers.

“I’ll never forget,” I rasp.

It doesn’t matter how old we get.

Or who we belong to.

Some things just stick until the end of time.

Chapter Two

Holly Armstrong

I lovemy husband with my whole heart, he pieced me back together after the man standing in front of me broke me. He was patient. He was kind. And he didn’t just fall in love with me, but he also fell in love with my children. He restored my faith, showed me there are still good men in this world, and taught me that love doesn’t have to hurt for it be true.

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