Page 8 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
She comes out and I swear the girl has never looked better. It’s a long, white, flowing dress. She chose empire waist because it would work best with her growing belly. The straps are jeweled and the place where the dress cinches under her chest is also jeweled. Standing next to my best friend I couldn’t be happier for her. If anyone deserves this happiness it’s Lucy.
“Aunt Luce?” Lily tugs on the side of Lucy’s dress and we look over at her. “Maybe I should sit under your dress during the wedding.” All of us are completely speechless not really knowing what to say.
“Lily, why would you do that?” Nikki asks.
“In case the baby falls out I could catch it.”
The room erupts in laughter.
“You guys decide on a name yet? I still vote for Mary.” Lucy gives me a dirty look. Mary is the nickname I gave her when she came to the club because she was so pure and innocent.
“I already told you there is no way in hell I would name the baby Mary.” She nudges my shoulder making me teeter in the heels I’m wearing.
“I still think you and Uncle Whip should call her Princess. Aunt Race likes it too!” Lily smiles.
I laugh “Oh I do?”
She nods quickly. “Yeah, whenever Uncle Torch calls you Princess, your cheeks get red.”
Everyone gets quiet and all eyes are on me. Kid is too damn perceptive.
“Oh really?” That voice. Torch would choose now to walk in. “You noticed that too, huh, little mama?”
Kill me now. Right here.
I refuse to turn around. Lucy is smiling at me and Nikki can’t help but laugh. They’re all goddamn traitors. I walk into the dressing room.
Stupid dress.
Stupid Torch.
When I walk out everyone else is getting undressed and it is just me and Torch. I walk up to the register to pay for the dress.
I can feel him watching me.
“You know you’re only delaying the inevitable right?” His breath is hot on my neck.
“If by the inevitable you mean me shoving my knee into your balls, then I could stop delaying it if you want.” The girl ringing me up gasps as her eyes grow wide.
“Keep up this little act all you want. Eventually you’ll give into me and it’ll make all this back and forth worth it.”
I turn to respond but he's no longer standing behind me.
Avoiding that man is like a full time job and sometimes I just want to quit.
I imagine what it would be like to be with him.
Every time I do though I imagine myself on that road, the rain pouring down, the life slowly draining from my body like the water draining off the road.
I don’t know which option is worse.
Being with him.
Or being without him.
Chapter Six
Tracie
