Crazy women. They'll never be anyone's old lady, these men don't claim whores as their own. It's up to the girls if they want to sleep around with all of these men. No one judges them, no one really has the right. But if they had a brain they'd realize that sleeping with almost every man here, all they will ever be is a whore.
Nova has been trying to get Shepard to ban them from the club indefinitely. She hates that they're around when some of the guys have kids. She believes that the men without women should go to the strip club the Snakes own and get their rocks off there. I kind of agree. Especially now the club is growing, and the new generation is building.
Shepard won't do that though, but he has sworn that no club whores will be allowed to family functions from now on, this one not included. He said he can't get the unattached men to agree to it, and why should they? Yes, he's president but that doesn't mean he can just change the way things have been where women are concerned without causing an uproar with the men.
I personally don't care either way. I don't really care about anything these men do. They can fuck themselves to death for all I give a shit.
Hammer is here, of course. But he's ignored me all evening, not that I expected anything less.
My boyfriend, Jordan, or Trace as the brothers have taken to calling him, is here. He's a prospect with the club, soon to be patched in. I'm his old lady although not branded with his mark. Nor will I ever brand myself as his.
Not like my sister, she branded herself with Tank's mark just days into their relationship.
What has stopped me? I'm not sure Jordan is my forever. We're friends, good friends, but I don't think we should ever have been lovers. Friends to lovers, since when, did that actually work for anyone? He hasn't spent much time with me this evening. And now I know why.
I've been watching him, he's in one of the bedrooms that doesn't belong to him, balls deep inside of one of the club whores. Twinkle. I don't want to watch them fucking, but I can't seem to tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me. He's never taken me the way he is her. He's never kissed me with such passion. Never touched me like he'd die if he didn't.
Am I below a club whore now?
How could he do this to me?
Am I so hideous that he needs to fuck another woman?
Okay, I haven't been the best girlfriend these past few months. We haven't slept together since a few days before I was kidnapped and tortured. But did that make me a bad person? Did it make me so bad because I was too sick to sleep with my fiancé?
Why couldn't he have been more considerate toward me?
Why didn't he love me enough to be there for me like he promised?
Why didn't he just end things with me months ago?
It was heading that way, we both knew it. But now I know he only stayed with me because of what happened. He pitied me and felt like he couldn't leave me.
Pathetic!
Watching him fuck her hard against the wall it finally hits me that he's been pulling away from me for a long time. Long before I was kidnapped. Longer than I first realized. We've both been pulling away from each other. I should have seen this coming long ago. The cheating, I mean. He's done it before when we first got together. Once a cheat always a cheat, so my mother once told me.
And I can't be sure Trace hasn't done this kind of thing more than once before now. Club whores. I bet he's been having his fill with them all these months I haven't been with him. He must have a death wish to be fucking a club whore with my father and brother in the next room, though.
Piece of shit!
“Oh god, Trace.” The whore calls out his road name as he bucks into her. Vile pig didn't even pull his jeans all the way down.
When did my best friend turn into this man?
Jordan was always so kind and considerate when we first got together. Sure, he slept with someone else right away, but I was the one who chose to forgive him, so that's on me. But I honestly thought he loved me.
I guess he loves me as a friend and not a girlfriend.
I just wish he could have told me long ago that he didn't want this. That he didn't want me.
But then I could have told him the same thing.
“That's it, baby, take it all.” Baby?
Jesus Christ, I can't watch this anymore. I turn and run as fast as I can. I push past people on my way to the balcony out back. I need some air. I need to scream and cry and beat something!
I hate you right now, Jordan Raina!
Chapter Two
Hammer
Drink and plenty of pussy, what more could a man ask for?
To be left alone, maybe?
This used to be my thing once upon a time. I'd drink and fuck with the best of them. I'm a biker, fucking and fighting is what we do. I had no commitments to anyone other than myself and the club. So why the hell shouldn't I have some fun with beautiful
women?
I did until I met Cindy. She was everything a man could wish for. The most beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl I'd ever seen.
I'd known her a week before I made her my old lady.
Two months before I asked her to be my wife.
Four months before I lost her.
I died with her that day.
Every part of me died.
Cindy was killed by a rival club. Her throat slit live on camera. I watched the whole thing, unable to do a damn thing about it because I was so fucking far away from her. I made those motherfuckers pay for what they did to her, and I didn't stop until every last one was dead.
Shepard had forbidden me from doing anything in revenge. Told me that it was club business and he'd deal with it. We'd deal with it together. We'd form a plan and make those cunts pay. I knew in my heart that he would, but I couldn't wait to make the fucker who actually killed her pay.
That's why I sought outside help from The Exorcist. I had no idea back then that The Exorcist was, in fact, Nova, the Prez's daughter. I mean come on, who on earth would have believed that little slip of a woman was a fucking trained assassin?
But she was damn good at her job and the cunt was dead within hours of me handing over the information she needed. Shepard knew I had something to do with it all. I thought he'd have me taken out back and beat the shit out of me by the brothers for my defiance. He didn't. He understood why I did what I did. No doubt he would have done the same thing. But he did make sure we killed every remaining motherfucker in that MC. Every last one of the fuckers. No one messes with this club and its brothers. No one.
I laid my Cindy to rest and swore to her soul that I'd never love again. In my heart and mind, no one would ever compare to her. Not until I started looking at Willow in a different light. I didn't think it was possible for me to feel like this again.
How could I feel those things for her?
She was my friend, a damn good friend, my Cindy's best friend.
But I felt myself falling for Willow. It scared me. I'd sworn myself off love. I never wanted another woman to suffer the way Cindy had because of me. That's why I stayed away from Willow, couldn't bring myself to be alone with her. I knew all it would take was one look from her and I'd make her mine. I couldn't risk it. Especially since she's engaged to Trace. I'm not the kind of man that goes after someone else's girl. I'd never stoop that low, no matter how much I wanted the girl.