Page 9 of His Flawed Ride
JJ laughs cruelly. “Get the fuck outta here, Lily. You’ve fucked any chance of being family. We’re all much better off without you.”
Harper clears her throat. She doesn’t disagree with her husband, but she does say, “I need you to leave. We can talk later. I’ll come find you.”
I tell myself it’s better than nothing. It’s more than I deserve. I nod and offer a small smile.
“You heard her, Lily. Now leave.”
Slade walks with me back to my car. “It’ll work out if you’re serious and you put in the work.”
I nod in agreement but the numbness of having to walk away sets in. There are no offers to go round for dinner or to stay with him and Kris rather than at the motel.
This is the last chance I’m going to get, and it’s never hurt as much as it does now. As soon as I’m in the motel room, locked away from the world, I collapse on the bed and let the tears free.
I wasn’t expecting a warm welcome, but I was hoping not to be told to leave. I scrub my face and wipe away the tears. I’ll take these hits, and prove how serious I am.
I take a shower and freshen up. My first instinct is to get dressed and head to Josie’s bar. I’m old enough now to admit I can’t stand being alone. But if word gets back to Harper that I’m spending my time in the bars every night, she won’t believe a word I say. I order food in and settle down in front of television and flick through the shitty channel selection.
I’m engrossed in a game show when someone knocks at the door. Keeping my eyes on the screen as I cross the room and open the door, I’m pushed back, and the door is slammed shut.
It only takes a second to see it’s the guy from last night. The one I brought back to my room.
“What the fuck? Get the fuck out!” I shriek.
“I know I was wasted last night, but I’m pretty fuckin’ sure if you had told me who you were, I never would’ve touched you.”
His anger confuses me. “I’m… Wait, who is it you think I am?”
“You’re related to like, half the fuckin’ club!”
“And why the hell do you care about that…” My gaze drops to the patches on his leather, and it falls into place.
He’s a god damn Lost Soul.
He wasn’t wearing his cut last night. I certainly would have noticed if he were.
This is bad… for him, and now me. This won’t look good, me fucking a brother and after seeing him in a sober light, a brother who’s half my age.
“Look, I’m getting the vibe you don’t want anyone finding out. Neither do I. So, if I don’t say a word, and you don’t say a word. Then no one will ever know.”
This seems to calm him. “Our little secret?”
“Exactly.”
“Hmph, you’d be my hottest secret, but it could work.”
I ignore his flirtatious smirk. “It has to. I won’t let this mess shit up for me. I don’t even remember your name.”
“It’s Shane…”
“I don’t care. All I need from you is to forget last night and act like we’ve never met if you see me at the club.”
His laughter takes me off guard. “If I’m being honest, I don’t fuckin’ remember much of it. So you have nothing to worry about.”
I roam his body and even drunk my standards are high. He’s good looking, no doubt about it, but I can’t go there again, even if he is delicious to look at.
“You can go and make sure no one sees you leaving.”
Arching his brow, it takes a minute, but he nods. “Before I go, how old are you?”
