Page 47 of Menace

I started what Bren called ‘nesting’. He was such an ass. I wasn’t nesting, I was hiding and making our home pretty at the same time.

Many a night I lay in my bed wishing I had someone to hold me, someone to care about me and Ryder. Someone who would slay my demons for me.

I had my friends who cared about me, and I knew Rider loved me. But it wasn’t the same. It was a friend’s love, not that of a man for a woman.

Sometimes I wished for the unattainable.

For Lucky to suddenly appear and love me, love our boy. Obviously it wasn’t going to happen, not now that he was with someone else.

I had to accept it and move on.

Rider’s promise to always be there for me helped. I knew he would keep his word because it was just the kind of man he was.

A man of his word. A caring and loving friend.

I missed him and my squirrel.

I missed my friends.

I missed home.

THIRTEEN

Lucky

Present Day

Carmella Mendez aka Gloria Garcia was a fucking bitch. How the hell had he not seen it when they had been together years ago? The longer he was around her the more her true colours showed. She tried to control him and bitched incessantly when he didn’t drop whatever he was doing to take her where she wanted to go. So far he’d been able to keep her off the back of his bike. She kept asking and he kept making excuses. If this bullshit carried on much longer he had no idea what excuse he would have to use next.

It was difficult enough to touch her, kiss her, make her come but at the same time keep his dick away from her. He had told her straight up he would not be fucking her, that he wasn’t a boy who was ruled by his dick. He pretended he respected her too much to treat her like a casual lay.

It grated when he knew she was worse than a club whore. She was a dirty slut through and through.

She was becoming suspicious and they couldn’t have that.

Not once in all the weeks he’s been around her has he had a hard on. His dick stayed stubbornly flaccid. And he thanked God for that. Knowing how she had played him when he was younger there was no way he would put his dick inside her. It fucking killed that he had to touch her sexually.

“Brother.” He turned to the voice and saw Viper sliding into the chair next to him, resting his forearms on the bar.

“Where the hell did you come from? What the fuck are you doin’ every day, brother? Haven’t seen you around here for weeks.”

If he hadn’t been watching he wouldn’t have seen the way his brother tensed up before he relaxed and smiled.

“I was given a special assignment by prez. Can’t talk about it, brother, sorry.”

By the quick smile on the bastard’s face he knew he must be watching over some piece of ass. Viper always liked those kind of assignments. He was the best at it because he watched but never got involved with the women he was assigned to protect.

“I heard you’ve got a woman.” Viper looked at him with narrowed eyes and Lucky forced a smile, but he knew it didn’t reach his eyes.

Viper wasn’t one of the brothers in the know about what was going on so he had to fucking lie. He hated lying to him.

“Yeah, Carmella. She’s cool, nothin’ permanent though. You know me, she’s just pussy.” He tried to play it off as nothing.

Viper wasn’t buying his bullshit, it was right there in his eyes but all the brother did was nod and finish his beer. Pushing the bottle away from him he stood, slapped Lucky on the back and with a ‘see you later bro’ walked out of the clubhouse.

He was tempted to follow the fucker to see where the hell he was going but his phone rang and he sagged in frustration.

Carmella. Again.

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