Page 5 of Look at Her and Die

She’d told me that that was her world, that I couldn’t just not go because I didn’t like my parents.

I didn’t bother arguing with her.

That wasn’t her world. That was the world she wanted to be a part of.

That was the exact world that I wanted to be so far away from that I didn’t even hear about it.

When she expected me to fall in line, and I didn’t, she’d thrown an ultimatum at the ground and expected me to gather it up and run back to her with my tail tucked between my legs.

I didn’t.

And we’d been broken up now for two weeks because of it.

Truthfully, I should’ve gotten shot of her months ago.

I’d known the moment she told me who her parents were that she’d expect me to go to the society functions with the upper crust of Dallas.

I guess I was just hoping that if I ignored it, it wouldn’t come up.

She was tall, stacked, and beautiful. I could ignore a lot of things when the owner of that body gave great head, took care of me, and loved that I was a rough biker.

But, sadly, the society functions had come up.

And I’d had to let her know that I wouldn’t live in her world.

Which had pissed her off, and now she was calling me every single day to ask me if I changed my mind and would go with her.

I wouldn’t.

I wouldn’t step back into that world for anyone, not even her.

My parents weren’t bad people.

But my brother, who had known how to manipulate my parents since he was a kid, was.

And I wouldn’t go anywhere near him ever again if I could help it.

“Whoa.”

“What?” I asked, glancing where Preacher was now staring.

I felt my mouth go dry when I saw the waitress on the other side of the room man handling a table and chairs back into position from where they’d been smushed together for multiple occupants to sit.

I watched as the muscles in her thighs bunched and retracted, and damn if I didn’t feel Preacher’s “whoa” in my soul.

That woman had great legs.

Like Carrie fuckin’ Underwood.

My god.

She was bent over the table, pushing the large table with the power of her hips. When she was bent over slightly, I could see straight up the back of her shorts, and let’s just say, I was really likin’ what I was seein’.

“If that doesn’t help you get over Elisha McClure, I don’t know what will,” Cutter joked.

I turned back toward my friend, one of my fellow brothers in the Truth Tellers MC, and asked, “Do you think Milena would like you lookin’ at another girl?”

“Please,” he snorted. “We’re not blind. I just caught her watching goddamn Riley Green on replay on YouTube TV today because she thinks he’s sexy as fuck. We’re human, and we can appreciate the human form. I’ll never do anything but love her for the rest of my life, but a man has eyes.”

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