Page 26 of Bound By Temptation

I loved her. Having this part of her… I’d never let her go.

Adrenaline built inside me with every passing moment. Yeah, Nick was going to pay for this shit. Not because waiting on the powerhouse that was Old Red drove me insane, but because idle time left me all fucked up inside about her.

My only regret.

Yeah, I was raised Ravage. We lived life on the edge, walking the line.

No regrets.

Yep, I believed that shit about everything.

Once the word was spoken, it couldn’t be retracted. Once the day was over, there wasn’t some rewind button to take me back. So live free in the moment taking chances and not fucking looking back.

Except long ago, I tied my fucking soul to a woman only to lose my ever-loving fucking mind and made her hate me.

My one regret.

Indie Fallon hated me as much as she dared to once love me. I did it.

I asked for it, no fuck that—I demanded it.

No regrets … I had only one.

And more than that, no amount of waiting would change the way she felt.

A level of hate, mistrust, and disloyalty I fucking earned.

I could be patient for even the mere hope Indie would give me her soft smile once again, but for a motherfucker like Old Red, yeah, waiting wasn’t really a thing for any of us.

Yet, because my fuckface uncle dragged us into this shit, we had to wait.

Nick, the piece of shit who shared my blood was going to pay for this shit. No doubt about that, and I wouldn’t be left with a single regret for it either.

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INDIE

I sat backin the driver’s seat of the bakery van, thinking of the note and trying to forget it at the same time.

Except it wouldn’t leave my brain, just spun on and on as worry and dread seeped into every pore of my skin.

Sleep evaded me all night. After tossing and turning forever, I finally got up and watched some mindless television with Gizmo, my pup at my side, wondering what the hell I was doing up.

The “set it and forget it” infomercial had been on a never-ending loop. At some point I passed out, only to be woken by my alarm what felt like minutes later.

The negative of having your own business meant there was no one else to cover for you ninety percent of the time.

I had the Barbie car and four Harleys strapped into the back of the van so they didn’t move an inch, and that was the only thing I needed to concentrate on right now. The cake turned out even better than I sketched out and imagined in my head. Tanner gave me a picture of Mazie, and I was able to create her with fondant and some rice crispy treats, which was easier to mold. I couldn’t have made it any closer to her. It was a damn good job down to the airbrushed rosy cheeks she’d have from driving in the wind.

For the bikers, I may or may not have made one to represent Ax with the skull ring he often wore and his dark hair curling out from his helmet. But if anyone were to ask me, I’d never tell a soul how much detail I put into it. It was for me and me alone. A little secret temptation I couldn’t resist no matter how hard I tried.

Hopefully everyone else didn’t notice it.

I’d assemble this monster when I got to the clubhouse. There would be some finishing touches I’d need to make to allow the piece to flow, considering I had to break it down into two parts, but I had all the supplies I’d need with me.

The heaviest piece was the car sitting on the road. That had to be one piece because splitting it would ruin the entire cake. So I went with the path of least resistance.

The other section just had road and grass. I’d place the Harleys, created by tongue depressors and rice crispies as well, on it after it was set on the table. They would slide into the cake with dowel rods to hold them in tight.

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