Page 67 of Target

Darian nudges my arm, pulling my attention from Kohen.

“Girl, you have it so fucking bad. Just go over there and ride him.” I giggle at her slurred words, hiding my unease.

“My darling friend, you need to slow down,” I inform her, but she waves her hand in a dismissive way at me.

“Nah, I am nowhere near ready to be cut off.”

We dance around the dance floor that was made for tonight, and I focus on Darian and not the club girls who are grinding on each other, kissing and groping at one another. It is like a freaking live porn show. Does Kohen like this kind of thing? Damn, I need another drink.

Again, my thoughts run away with me.

It hurts knowing he might have been with the girls across the room. The mere idea of him engaging with them brings a bitter taste to my mouth and a twist of jealousy in my already knotted tummy. I try to shake off the unsettling thoughts by drinking more.

I glance over at Kohen once more, catching a glimpse of his easy smile and carefree demeanor. He shows how he effortlessly navigates this world, while I struggle to find where I fit into it all.

Determined to distract myself, I dive deeper into the dance, letting the rhythm and movement consume me. But even as Itwirl and laugh, a part of me remains fixated on Kohen, unable to keep my eyes off the handsome man.

My ass falls into a chair, just as Tracie calls out.

“Bernard David Milner, you did not just call women bitches and admit to taking your pick.”

The men around the room laugh, and banter with Bolt, who is Tracie’s Ol’ Man and husband.

“No, baby, you must have misheard me, I would never do that,” he backtracks, making us laugh harder. He tries to save himself, while we all laugh our asses off at him.

One of the brothers falls off his chair, the dogs taking notice, scanning the room for any danger, before settling back down and keeping guard.

“You got told, brother,” Forge calls out, laughing still.

Bolt comes across the room, kissing his woman on the lips and damn, it is hot how she falls into his kiss. Flicking my gaze to Kohen, I see that he is bent over laughing. Tracie and Bolt leave the room and the brothers call after them in good nature.

“After all these year of being married, those two still can’t get enough of each other,” Louise tell us, smiling fondly as her friends leave the room.

“I like that. What I wouldn’t give to have that. Someone who will still need and want me after years of being together. So many couples get bored and cheat or divorce,” I mutter.

“What about you and Target?”

I shrug. “I am still not sure what we are. He says that I am his woman, his Ol’ Lady, but no public claim has been made. If I am being honest with myself, I am not sure that is something I want right now.”

“She has a shitty past when it comes to MCs.” Darain hiccups.

“Dar,” I scold her, and she giggles, sipping more of her drink.

Louise sits forward, looking me in the eyes.

“Target is one of the good ones, sweets. When he joined the club, he was so broken. The Army did shit to him, as it does to most soldiers, but he lost Ruth as well. Even though they are best friends who happen to share kids, it still hurt him, that he hurt her. So when he says you are his, honey, I think he means it.”

“I see the girls here, and I can’t compete with them.”

“Thank fuck for that. Target does not want a club girl for an Ol’ Lady. He wants someone who loves him and those twins until the ends of the earth.”

“My girl Mads will do that. She loves with her whole heart,” my bestie chimes in.

Taking her hand in mine, I tell her, “Thank you, but you really need to stop drinking before you puke your guts out.”

“I never puke when I am drunk, tank you berry much.”

“Oh, now she is gone.” We laugh.

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