Commando (Rogue Rebels MC 1)

By Nicole Elliot and Ellie Wild

One

Piper

I held her in my arms. I inhaled her sweet smell while tears ran down my cheeks. I loved her, but I knew I couldn’t keep her.

They pulled her away from me and I heard her cry as they left the room. My heart shattered.

I turned over and felt the scratchy hospital sheets against my skin. I cried just like she did. And it wasn’t because I was hungry or tired, it was because I was scared. I was broken and it was entirely his fault.

I died a little that day. When your heart breaks that completely, you lose pieces to the darkness.

Five Years Later

I watched his eyes. I knew was coming before it happened. Don't say it, don't say it.

“It's not you, it's me.” Whoop there it was. He fucking said it. It was like he was compelled to. Just like the seven other guys I dated in the past three years. Why was there always something wrong with them? I was starting to believe that they were wrong and it was me.

I put a hand over my forehead and tried to ignore the embarrassments of the prying eyes at tables near us. My dark ringlets fell over my face and covered my reddening cheeks. This was another restaurant I would have to cross off the list. Thank God New York had thousands of them, because I'd been broken up with in at least a dozen by now. I looked at the napkin.

Loose Joe’s.

Sorry Joe, no matter how loose you are, we’re never seeing each other again. Which sucked because this cheesesteak reminded me of home.

And then he felt he needed to explain himself. Which just made things worse.

“I mean I guess I'm just not ready for how serious you are. I need a little bit more fun in my life.”

So I wasn't fun?

I sighed. “Not that this isn’t great information and everything but I think it's time for the check.”

Minutes later I was busting out the doors of that restaurant. I tr

ied to seem inconspicuous as I was leaving but on my way out I had run directly into a waiter and had spilled water all over myself and the floor. Today was not my day.

As I attempted to hail a taxi my phone started ringing. I looked down, it was my older sister Audra. I wanted to press ignore but it was the third time she called me today so I knew that I needed to answer or she would just keep calling.

“What the hell have you been doing all day? Besides ignoring my calls?”

“Hi Audra. How are you? Wonderful? Great because I'm just peachy.” The sarcasm dripped off my words.

A taxi pulled up in front of me and I got in. “642 56th Street please.”

“Are you in a cab?”

“Yes. What does it matter?”

“Oh shit, were you on another breakup luncheon? I swear last time this happened I told you the next guy that asks you out to lunch, refuse.”

I guess it was becoming a bit of a pattern. “And what? I’m just supposed to drag out a relationship with some guy who doesn't like me?”

“Piper, I hate to tell you this but I don't think there are any guys who like you in New York anymore. So, if you can snag one that has a good job and a 401(k) you should just let it drag out as long as possible. Hopefully all the way down the aisle.”

“You sound like Mom.”

“Well you've got to start listening to someone. I swear to God I'm going to be dead before you finally meet a man.”