Page 13 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
I walk into the kitchen to see him and Lily sitting at the table with plates of waffles and see an empty plate and chair for me. “You made all this so fast?”
“Well, no. Eggo did, I used the microwave though.” He motions for me to sit down.
“I poured the syrup!” Lily shouts.
I totally could have figured that given there is about an inch of it on my plate. “Thank you,” I say to him. Giving him up is going to suck.
After a couple of hours Twisted and Nikki come home and we are relieved of our duties. “You have any plans tonight, Trace?” Nikki asks as I grab my stuff.
“Not yet, I think I might end up hanging out with Randy again.”
I hear a deep groan from behind me and I don’t have to turn to know who it is. I don’t have plans with Randy. I need him to hate me. I need him to think after he tried that I still don’t care. I need him to buy the lie.
“Okay, well if you end up bored, Lucy is going to come hang out for a girl’s night.”
“All right, thanks!” I say as I walk out the door and head to my car.
“Tracie!” I hear him calling me, but I don’t stop. I don’t want to face him. I open my door just to have it slammed closed. “What the fuck, Trace?”
“Excuse me?” I turn to face him.Don’t let him see you crack.
“You really gonna go see that asshat? After last night, after I made everything clear to you, after—”
“Yeah, I am. I told you I’m not interested.” I hold his gaze for a few seconds before turning and letting the mask fall. I fumble with my keys trying to remain strong.
“Yeah, well, you’re a fucking liar.” I hear his footsteps and breathe a sigh of relief that he gave up. As I get into the car, my eyes fill with tears that I refuse to shed.
This is for the best, for both of us.
I head to the club needing to distract myself with something other than thoughts of Torch. Each time I look in my rearview mirror and don’t see his bike it hurts. I’m an idiot. My aim was to push him away and now that I did I’m upset about it.
Pulling into the lot, a chill runs down my spine as I remember the last time I arrived here alone. As I walk to the door, I scan the area around me nervously making sure that no one else is around. Everyone in the club is tense and I know that there is stuff going on that I have no idea about. That’s the way it always is though. The women are just expected to keep quiet and be at the man’s beck and call. Screw that. Even if I wanted to end up with a biker it would be with one who could handle me and understand that in no way would I be the quiet little wife who stays at home and bakes goddamn cookies.
The club is dark and it seems so eerie in here when it’s empty. The draped curtains seeming as if they could be hiding unknown evils.
I’m seriously losing it.
A knock on the door makes me jump and I hold in a scream.Should I go answer it? I don’t have any inventory deliveries scheduled today.I look over at the steel door wishing there were a peephole in it. A knock comes again and I will my feet to move forward. I crack the door open just enough so I could see out.
A man is standing there in a white button up shirt and khakis, with a baseball cap on. “I have a delivery for Miss Moore.” He holds up a white box in his hand.
Taking a deep breath to try and calm myself I open the door and pretend as if I’m not ready to jump out of my own skin. “That’s me.”
“These are for you if you’ll just sign here.” He holds out a clipboard to me and I scribble my signature on it. He hands me the box. “Have a nice day, ma’am.”
I shut the door walking over to the bar and placing the box down. There is no card attached, maybe it’s inside.
Lifting the lid an envelope falls to the floor as a scream rips out of my throat. The box is full of wilted flowers with maggots crawling all over them. I move to step away but trip and fall to the floor. The envelope catches my eye and I reach for it, opening the seal, knowing that there isn’t anything better in here.
These reminded me of you.
Something that used to be beautiful but now is dead and infested.
Your bodyguards can’t protect you forever.
Especially when you act like such a slut.
You’ll get what’s coming to you.
