Page 11 of Xander
I tossed back one more swig, then stood, stretched, and headed out to my bike for a ride.
For some reason, one I couldn’t explain, riding my bike always helped to loosen the tension that seemed to never leave my entire frame.
And when riding didn’t work.
Alcohol didn’t work.
Fighting didn’t work.
I was fucked.
Sure... I had thought about fucking it out of my system, but after watching my mom and what she endured, I vowed to nevertreat a woman as though she were nothing but a hole to slide my dick in.
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I drove along the bayou, my headlight shining.
Catching amber eyes.
Catching green eyes.
Catching orange eyes.
There was no telling what kind of animals were out and about this time of night.
But I did know one thing.
I felt at peace with them.
Just then, about thirty minutes later, I turned down a long road, and road it to the end.
Then I eyed the old Victorian that stood there.
It was weathered and torn.
Much like my very own soul.
I’d always wondered what a home was supposed to be like.
And it wasn’t until I had walked into Saint and his old lady, Ophelia’s home, that I started to understand the meaning of the word home.
Some might say that a home is a place where your heart resides.
With the people who fill the four walls.
But maybe... it isn’t that.
Maybe home is with the one person who feels like home.
Was that even possible?
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After Nuke banged the gavel, letting us know that Merlin’s niece was coming in a few days, we all stepped up to get the clubhouse up to par.
As if it wasn’t already up to par for Soraya.
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