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Chapter Seven
Tracker
I walk out of the office completely pissed off at how cold she’s being. My skin feels like it’s on fire and all I want to do is go back in there and tell her to drop the shit. She’s the one who ended us, so for her to sit there and act like I’m the damn asshole is laughable. Megan is the only girl I have ever given a damn about.
But she showed me what a mistake that was.
I walk into the clubhouse, the scent of cheap perfume filling the air. The club girls are hanging out on one of the couches, flanked by a couple of brothers.
“Oh my God.”
A leggy blonde comes walking toward me, the shirt she’s wearing barely containing the tits that bounce with each step she takes. She smirks, and that’s when I realize who she is.
Alison.
High school Alison.
The bitch I basically threatened to dispose of when I caught her and her minions picking on Megan. What the hell is she doing here?
“Ryder?” Her eyes focus in on the patch I’m wearing. “Is that you?”
Great, she’s one of those.
Some of the club girls are just here for a good time, but most of them are patch chasers. They want to be an old lady and usually don’t care which brother makes them one.
“Long time no see.” Her tongue darts out and she draws it slowly over her bottom lip.
I’m about to tell her to buzz off when I realize that this is the perfect opportunity for a little revenge. “Yeah, wanna catch up some?”
Her eyebrows rise as her smile widens. “Definitely.”
I pull her to my side, wrapping my arm around her tiny waist. “Let's go for a walk.”
She giggles and it’s like nails on a chalkboard.
I catch a glimpse of Megan through the windows of the office. She is chewing on the end of the pen in her hand. With her hair hanging loosely, framing her face, she reminds me of the girl she used to be. I clench my hands, remembering what it was like to run my fingers through the soft tendrils; remembering the way her eyes looked as she stared up at me, her hair spread out behind her.
“Where are we going?” Alison whispers in my ear.
“Don’t worry about it.” I walk into the office and Megan looks up. Her eyes widen when she sees the girl attached to my side, her eyes narrowing the minute realization sets in.
“Just wanted to let you know that I’ll be busy for an hour or more.” Alison’s hand plays with the hair at the back of my neck and I can feel the tension radiating off Megan.
“Do what you want.” Her voice is hard and tense.
“Oh, I will.” I turn toward the door, my hand trailing down and gripping Alison’s ass. She squeals and pushes her tits against me. If this wasn’t revenge, I’d be disgusted with myself.
My heart sinks as we walk out of the office. As good as it felt to see her jealous and affected by Alison, now I feel like shit. Megan hurt me, but that’s something I never wanted to do to her. Ever since I walked into the office and saw her standing there I haven’t felt like myself. The memories of what we used to be invade my mind constantly.
“So are you taking me to your room?” Alison whispers in my ear.
I shake her off. “Got shit to do.”
There is no way in hell I’d ever be with that bitch, even if Megan wasn’t back in my life. I can hear her shrieks but I keep walking. There’s no way I’d go anywhere near that foul mouth.
Cutter asked me to check in with him once things got started so I head through the clubhouse and toward the back office. I knock on his door, only opening it once I hear him call out. “Just wanted to let you know that the accountant is over in the garage and everything is going smoothly.”
He doesn’t even look up from the papers he is messing with. “Think she can handle the job?”
