Page 9 of Forsaking All Others

I nod, drawing my attention to the clubhouse as the door opens and Ink, our road captain, stumbles out with a woman trailing behind him. Not paying me any attention, Ink turns and hooks his arm around Cherry’s waist, pushing her up against the brick wall.

Cherry is no stranger to the clubhouse. Hell, she’s taken so much cock she deserves a fucking patch.

“Vivi is here too,” Hawk reveals. At the mention of my on-again off-again piece of ass, I peel my eyes away from Ink and Cherry and meet his gaze. Hiding a smirk, he lifts a beer bottle to his lips and takes a pull.

“She’s been asking for you all night too,” Wiz adds, clapping a hand to my back.

That doesn’t surprise me, through the years Vivi has grown an attachment to my dick. It serves me well, especially on nights like tonight.

Tossing them both a glare, I shake my head and move for the door. As soon as I enter the clubhouse, I’m greeted with the stale stench of smoke. My eyes scan the room, finding Mamba, Axle, Capone, Fury, and Dutch crowded around the pool table. With them are a few of Vivi’s and Cherry’s friends. My gaze shoots to the bar, spotting Ghost, Leftie, and my VP, King. With no sign of Vivi anywhere, I walk to the bar and make my way behind it, helping myself to the box of Cubans Torque keeps stashed there.

“There he is,” Leftie boasts, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Thought you had a family thing tonight.”

“It’s done,” I grunt, fixing the cigar between my lips. My gaze cuts to Ghost and I watch as he drops a couple of Percocets on top of the bar. He takes the bottle of Jack that sits in front of Leftie and slams it onto the pills, crushing them.

“Yo,” I call, forcing his eyes to mine. Soulless. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Whatever it takes,” he sneers.

He doesn’t have to elaborate. Four months ago, Ghost found his baby mama unconscious, a needle hanging out of her arm. There was no love lost between them and her overdose isn’t what drove him over the edge. Finding his infant daughter floating face down in the bathtub did that. When Ghost says he’s doing whatever it takes, he means whatever it takes to forget that horrific image.

He lowers his head and goes to work on snorting the crushed pills and I turn to King who holds a lighter between his fingers.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” he vows as I pluck the lighter from his fingers and flick the end of my cigar. “We gotta talk, though, brother.”

I shake my head.

“Not tonight.”

“Rough night at Holly’s?”

I consider the question.

Meeting Tara’s boyfriend went well. Like my little girl claimed, Mark was a good kid. He was respectful and didn’t flinch when Shepard took a couple of shots at him with his Nerf gun. He even helped clear the table for Holly and when it was time to call it a night, he shook my hand, Colt’s too and kissed Holly on the cheek. Tara walked him to the door, and I stood close by, watching as he gave her a hug and a quick kiss to the lips. The fact he didn’t grope her earned him a couple more points with me. All in all, meeting my daughter’s first boyfriend wasn’t that bad, it was her mother that fucking killed me.

It was seeing Colt touch her.

It was the smile she gave him in return.

Their easy banter.

The fucking flowers.

And all the stolen kisses.

It drove me fucking mad.

Murderous, really.

“Stupidest thing you ever did was let that one go,” Leftie comments, pulling me back to the present.

The man ain’t wrong.

Suddenly Vivi comes into my view. Her green eyes find mine from across the room and a smirk plays on her collagen filled lips. She starts for me, adjusting her tits as her hips sway from side to side with every step she takes. Keeping my gaze pinned to her, I puff on my cigar. Tonight won’t be the first time I sink my dick inside her pussy while imagining it’s Holly’s and it sure as hell won’t be the last.

Chapter Four

Maverick Burnside

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