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“You still trying to make a move on the event girl?”

I nod. “Madalyn, yeah. Her friend just warned me not to hurt her because she has had a shit run of it with men before, so I need to tread carefully.”

“You know my feelings on taking a woman. Not worth the fucking effort, but she would be lucky to have you as a man, brother.” Something flashes in his eyes but he quickly blinks it away.

“One day, Garrick. One fucking day,” is all I say, using his birth name.

He stiffens, the humor gone from his face, leaving behind a stone cold image, staring right at me. From those simple words he knows what I am talking about.

The room turns icy for a second and I think that he will flip his shit and gut punch me again, but instead he blinks. Shaking it off, the stone cold look is gone, and back in its place is Racer, President of the Rugged Skulls MC Phoenix.

“Never taking a woman, VP, you know my law. Now quiet ya yapping, and make me a sandwich for fucks sake. I am wasting away here.”

I laugh and get making the BLT for us, then join him at the table, with a beer for us both.

“I have my shitty past, brother. Women have only ever brought pain and misery to my life, so I keep my life easy and simple.” He breaks the silence after a few bites.

I look at the man I look up to, as my friend and club president, and see that he carries a weight on his shoulders when it comes to women. He has been fucked over more than once and he has hardened himself to it.

“We all fucking deserve to happy, Pres. I know you have had a run of shitty luck when it comes to women, but fuck, there has to be someone out there who makes your heart beat faster.”

He looks at me for a few long seconds, before he grunts, sipping his beer.

“When did we turn into a fucking dating advice club? For fucks sake, Target, let it be. My dick is happy sampling different pussy every night, so fuck off and go get your own damn woman.” He pushes from the table so fast his chair almost topples over.

Shaking my head when he slams out of the room, his heavy footsteps stomp until they fade. Sitting back, I let his words sink in. Knowing that they came from hurt and heartbreak pisses me off, for the mystery woman and the cunt of an ex he still has to deal with.

Will Madalyn change after I claim her? Nah, I don’t think she will. I see my future with her, as sappy as that sounds.

Smiling to myself when I think of her, my dick twitching in my pants thinking of how she stayed on my lips after that kiss.

“She will be the death of my balls if I do not get inside of her soon,” I mutter to myself.

Cleaning up after eating, I head back out to the garage to help the guys finish up on jobs that are still coming in. Rugged Garage and Towing is always busy, but add in a new prospect who is known among the racing crew and brings in more clients, and that is keeping us even more busy.

CHAPTER TWELVE

MADALYN

The sun is beating down on my bare back, the dress I am wearing fluttering in the gentle breeze as I run some errands before doing my grocery shopping. I'm also planning more events for the summer community festival at the library.

It has been going super well; the kids and their families are enjoying the free activities that are available to them. Target’s children were there with their mother and stepfather while they had fun, blowing bubbles and joining in with some games.

I have not seen or heard from Target in three days; even when I went to Grandpa Pete’s house, his bike was not parked outside. His children Evie and Rex waved to me, their mom watching me with a close eye, but I did not put too much thought int it, as she has no reason to think anything bad of me. I am just the lady who helped organize the library summer program.

Unless Target has told her about me. No, surely not, there is nothing to tell her.

Darian has been loving life, happier than usual and I know she is having hot steamy sex with Forge from Target’s club. Shetook great pleasure in bragging about it over wine and snacks. Most people hate that women have become more open about sexual activities, the words they use are degrading and awful. I do not understand why men can sleep with random women but women cannot without carrying such societal hate.

Not that Darian cares, she will live her life as she sees fit.

As I walk through the town, the vibrant colors of summer seem to echo the happiness that bubbles within me. People are out enjoying the weather, eating ice cream, couples walk hand in hand, talking and smiling.

There are a few motorcycles that are parked outside of the tattoos shop, Rugged Ink, the sun bouncing off the chrome parts.

I will get a tattoo one day, maybe something for my parents. Darian has a few tattoos; I love the one that starts at her thigh and moves up onto her hip. She also has her nipples pierced, and I winced the day she had those done.

She says that they heighten her sexual arousal, but I think I will leave all of that stuff to her, I am not brave enough for that.

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