I watch her walk back in the house and pull out my phone. I send her a quick text that tells her she’s got five minutes before I’m gone. I mean it too. Bitch ain’t shit to me. I don’t give a fuck if she comes or not. I wanted MaryAnn to ride with me, but I watched her climb on the back of Zo Zo’s bike and shoot me the finger before I came here. Shit burnt me the hell up. Had me hotter than Satan’s asshole but wasn’t shit I could do or say. MaryAnn is club property as much I like to pretend otherwise. I plan on calling in a favor with Hades. He owes me, and MaryAnn is the payment I want to collect.
Jessica comes rushing out the door with a Goddamned net on her hair. At least she had the sense to put on jeans and sneakers this time. I hand her the spare helmet and she gives me a weird look. “No way. It’ll flatten my hair,” she whines.
“Better flat hair than your brains splattered on the road. No helmet, no ride,” I growl getting fed up with this horse shit. No pussy is ever worth this aggravation and the sad part is I don’t even want to fuck her. Big E said she is fucking loose too. Fuck that.
Reluctantly she takes the helmet.
“You ever been on a motorcycle before?” I should have had this shit figured out before I rode over but here we are.
She shakes her head and I sigh. I end up shutting my bike off and explaining the rules of the road to her for ten minutes. I don’t think there is much between her ears. I store her dress and heels in my saddlebag. I’ll pull off and allow her to change on the side of the road before we get to the wedding.
Eventually we roll up to Drag Creek for Hades’ big day. I don’t know what the motherfucker was thinking marrying this girl, but he seems to love the shit outta her. He’d have to, to be in bed with BRRMC.
Our welcome isn’t all too warm, but the moonshine drinks all the same regardless. If I’m lucky I can pawn this cunt off on someone else. I see Rebel Black’s sons standing off to the side. Bingo. “Hey, pissants. I brought you a gift.” I smirk and nod over my shoulder at this ditz I was suckered into bringing along. “I’ll find you when I’m ready to leave darlin’.”
Her eyes bulge. “What? I thought I came as your date?”
“You came here on the back of my bike, never promised to sit and hold your hand.” Axel and Abel bursts out laughing. “Show her a real fine time boys.” I grin rubbing my chin. “Think of her as my peace offering.”
I stalk off and leave them to her. I don’t even bother to look back. She wants to know what’s it is like to be with bikers I’ll fuckin’ teach her. I’m not some white knight on a Harley who is gonna sweep her off her feet. I have one thing on my mind and that’s finding out if MaryAnn is here with Zo Zo.
Chapter Five
—MaryAnn
I didn’t go to the wedding. I could have but I told Zo Zo I wasn’t feeling too hot. I didn’t want to go and have to watch Cupid with someone else. It sounds silly when I think about. I’ve seen him with plenty of women. I don’t know if it’s that I am jealous or the fact that she’s cuntastic Stephanie’s ass buddy. Maybe it is a little of both. Cupid said he didn’t want to take her but I think he lies to make me jealous.
I’ve been moping around the clubhouse all damn day feeling sorry for myself. I can’t keep lying to myself. I’m in love with Ryan. The thought tastes bittersweet. I keep promising myself that I am going to put a stop to it. That I will stay away from him. I won’t go to bed with him again but even as I whisper the words to my reflection in the mirror I know they are just another lie I will feed myself. Our hearts eat lies when they are hungry. I read that once somewhere and the quote has stuck with me.
The bar is quiet with most of the club gone to Drag Creek for Hades’ wedding. Most don’t agree with him joining up with the Black Rebels, but it isn’t for any of us to say. He’s Prez. Whatever he decides is what we all must abide. His word is law around here. I have to say he has been fair to me. He could have tossed me out on my ass when Marek met his demise, but he didn’t. He gave me the choice to stay or to go. If I had been smarter I would have left but I like it here and I had nowhere to go.
Unable to sleep, I make my way downstairs. There are still a few club members hanging around and it shocks the hell out of me to see Hades himself at the bar drinking. He should be home making love to his new bride. Something must be eating at him. I start to leave him alone, but I need to set his ass straight. Even if it isn’t my place, I have always liked him. He never spoke much to me when he was here as Harper’s brother, but I think that is because he looked down on me. I can’t say that I blame him. I was fucking his sister’s husband.
I run my nails up his arm and tell him I can take care of him. It riles him up and he bends my wrist backward. It hurts but I’ll live. He shoots me down like I knew he would. I ask him, “What are you doing here and not home with your wife?”
Before the fool can answer she’s standing behind us on the verge of tears with Cupid. They start talking and Cupid pulls me along with him. The moment he touches me my body hums with excitement. “Why don’t you take me upstairs and take care of me,” he murmurs, and I can’t tell him no despite my head telling me to do so. My stupid heart has a mind of its own. So like the idiot I am I lead this man upstairs.
When we get to my room I can’t stop myself from asking, “Where’s your date?”
He shakes his head as he sits on the edge of my bed and kicks off his boots. “I’m tired and in need of some pussy.”
“Is that all I am to you—pussy?”
Sighing, he blows out an exasperated breath and stands with his hand on his zipper. “Don’t. Don’t do that. You aren’t that woman.”
“I know I’m not. Maybe that’s the problem.”
He steps into my space and holds the back of my neck. “Wanna tell me why every time I turn my back you’re with Zo Zo? Huh? Where were you today. I looked for you. You weren’t there. Did Zo Zo fuck your ass to sleep and you missed the wedding?” He lets go and I shove him away when he tries to kiss me.
“That’s not fair and you know it.” Tears burn in the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.
“All’s fair in love and war.” He grabs my ass and squeezes both cheeks hard.
“Only there’s no love here, Cupid.” I feel terrible for picking a fight with him like this but it’s for the best. I need to push him away. I need him to let me go.
He drops his hands. “I don’t need this shit tonight. Your pussy’s good but it’s not so good that I am gonna stand here and listen to this bullshit.”
“Then go. I sure as hell am not gonna stand in your way.” I hold my arm toward the door, part of me hoping he’ll stay. That he’ll pull his alpha male bullshit and throw me down on the bed and have his way with me. That he’ll fuck my anger and jealousy out of me. Fuck my stupidity away and remind me of my place, because far too often when I am in the presence of this man I forget who I am.