Page 12 of My Three S**y Bikers

Why should I?

I’ve been here for a week, and you haven’t seen me at all. Every time I come into the club, someone says, Scar was here a minute ago, then he disappears into thin air. Yet, you want me to answer your questions. No. You don’t deserve anything from me. Nothing at all.

“Drake—Scar. Or whoever you are these days—I’ve been here for a week, you’ve done your best to avoid me, and now, you want to talk? First, you leave and don’t even say goodbye. Then I accidentally bump into you. And you can’t even have a conversation with me, after what you did.”

He dropped the broom he was using to pick up the bits. When did he get such a temper?

It frightened me the way he reacted, and as he drew close, his eyes were red, as if he hadn’t slept since the last time I’d seen him.

My heart raced, and I felt scared.Real scared.How was that even possible? The man I’d loved, the father of my baby, had turned into a monster.

“You didn’t even wait five seconds, and you hooked up with Dwayne’s dad, no doubt. Were you seeing him all the time we were together? Is this why you shacked up with him as soon as I was out of the picture?”

What the hell was he going on about?

We should have had this conversation from the first day. I’d gotten over the shock of seeing him, finding him hundreds of miles from the place we used to call home. Now that I’d found him part of me regretted it. He made me feel as if I were the last person on Earth he wanted to be near right now, as if the sight of me disgusted him.

I backed away, no longer caring if bits of glass were on the floor.

“Shit. I need to control my temper.” As soon as he said it, he picked up a glass and then smashed it on the floor.

“What happened to you?” I quivered.

I remember one day when Jason, his best friend, had said that Drake was the most laid back guy he’d ever known, and that was why he was his best friend. He didn’t get caught up in all the drama.

If Jason could see him now, he’d be shocked.

The Drake we knew was surely dead and replaced by some monster.

Some fucking scary one.

Fuck clearing up. I had to get out of here. I ran to the back, and I could hear his heavy feet chasing me.

“I’m not letting you go. Not again.”

“You’re scaring me. What happened to you, Drake? What happened to…”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence as he spun me around, and his hunger took over as he forced his tongue into my mouth. It was as if he wanted to taste every part of it, his breathing raw.

I could have pushed him away and told him to stop.

The idea of him stopping and not being in his arms and knowing that he wanted me was enough to tell him the truth.

Dwayne was his son.

I’d only been with one man my whole life, and as he held on to me, I could tell that he had strayed.

His hands maneuvered my body as if they were looking for the curves that were once there. He never used to stroke me this way. He loved my breasts, the only thing that had filled out after childbirth. Russ had complimented them more than once, and I knew wanted a feel of them as he did my butt.

I’d been depressed for so long, and it had suppressed any sexual desires I’d had. Now, it was as if they’d all come to the surface, and I felt as if I’d explode.

“I bet he doesn’t touch you like this!”

Before I could even respond, he had one hand up my skirt and the other balancing me between him as we moved to the bar. He didn’t break our kiss as he acted as if his life depended on it.

“You still want me?” I asked as I broke away from him.

I pushed him away, so he could realize it was me and not whatever girl he had or was with.

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