Page 65 of Deceiver

Western turns, slamming the door. I bite my bottom lip, trying very hard not to over think the words she just said to me. I don’t know what it is, but I’m struggling to keep the doubts at bay. We’ve had the best week, we’re growing closer, I’m so in love with him, and yet I can’t make sense as to why these niggling feelings keep rising up. I trust him, I do, so why doesn’t something feel like it’s sitting quite right inside me?

Western walks with angry strides in to get his shirt and jacket, and then he charges back out, fully dressed.

“Got business,” he barks, opening the door and then slamming it loudly.

Well then.

I said we were getting better, I never said he wasn’t the same moody, temperamental biker that he’s always been.

I exhale and get up, dress myself and then get my car keys. I need to go and see Leo and Luna, and I’m going back to work tonight. I need to go get some things from my house. Of course, I’m not allowed to go alone, but I’m sure one of these guys will happily come with me.

I walk out of the shed and over to the main house.

Most of the bikes are gone, with everyone having gone on a ride, but I know a few of them are still here because Western told me he needed to have a discussion with Colt.

“Oh, hey.”

I turn at the sound of a female voice and see a young woman walking towards me. The biker standing at the gate is watching her and is on the phone to someone. I’m guessing by the look on her face, that someone would be Western because she’s probably barged her way in here without permission.

I stop as she approaches me, and I can’t help but notice how beautiful she is.

Raven black hair flowing down her back, thick and curly. Her eyes are as blue as the sky and laced with little green specks. She is tall yet curvy, with a tiny waist and perfect hips, a body that most women would kill for. She’s quite stunning and I have to wonder what it is she’s doing here. I offer her a smile as she gets closer, mostly because my curiosity has the better of me.

“Hi,” I respond. “Can I help you with something?”

She grins and it looks mischievous and confident. She’s trouble, but I like that about her already, and I don’t even know her name.

“I’m Myla,” she tips her head to the side, studying me. “I’m looking for Colt.”

Colt?

She’s here for Colt?

My curiosity peaks and my brows go up. “You’ve got my attention. I’m Bonnie, by the way. What did you need Colt for?”

Myla’s face drops a little as she tells me the next part of her story.

“My aunt died a few months ago, and she had no children of her own. She left everything to me – we were close.”

“I’m so sorry,” I offer, feeling bad for her.

Myla gives me a small smile. “It’s fine. Anyway, I found out a few days ago that she left me that shitty house next door, her and Colt lived in once or something like that. I’m here to do something with it...anything really, it’s a crap heap. If I had my way, I’d burn it to the ground, but she made me promise I wouldn’t.”

Wait.

Let me get this straight.

Colt was with Myla’s aunt and the two of them had a house next door? I’ve never seen a house next door. It’s mostly bushland, so if there is one, it must be well hidden because it sure as hell isn’t on display.

“There’s a house next door? Colt was with your aunt?”

She nods. “Yep. They were together for like ten years or something. I don’t know what happened, but something went down. She owned the house, and she just upped and left it and him. It’s right there, in the middle of that,” she points her fingers to the thick bushland. “I don’t want it, but I have to fix it up before I can sell it. I’m sure Colt will be thrilled to know she gave it to me and that I’m going to be hanging around for a while.”

“Were you two not close?”

Myla snorts. “I don’t know him all that well. I met him a few times when I’d come and stay. I do recall him being as fine as a good wine,” she winks, “my friends and I had no problem hanging around just to look at him.”

I laugh. “I get that.”

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