Athena’s face keeps flashing through my mind, and it pisses me off.
It was just a hookup.
But she was a virgin, and she’s mine.
I run my fingers through my hair and finish trimming my beard. We’re heading back home, and I feel like I’m leaving my soul behind.
I’m fucked!
Athena is too classy, way above me. She won’t want a biker, and it would hurt to see her disgust and disdain for me. I have nothing to offer her, and she deserves the best.
Yeah, it was a hookup. We fucked all damn night, but we also talked. I never felt this deep connection with any other woman before. All the ones I fucked were club whores or strippers.Athena is special. She’s more than just a fuck, my soul roared to life with her.
My cell beeps, and I grab it off the sink counter, sliding my fingers over the screen.
Demon ~ Is everything good?
Diablo ~ Yes. Heading out in a few.
I scroll through the messages and missed calls. I have a shit ton to look at. Demon was worried because he hadn’t heard from me. We’re not blood brothers, but we grew up as if we were. We’re close, closer than other MCs.
I collect my stuff and walk out of the guest room. I walk into the main clubhouse and stop.
It’s unfuckinbelievable.
Killer and Sin are fucking a club whore, fuck!
“Motherfuckers, it’s time to,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“Fuck, give us a few minutes. Just because you got some pussy all night doesn’t mean that we did,” Sin hums.
“I’ll give you five minutes! So get your ass out there ready to ride!”
Moose walks up to me grinning, watching them.
“Thanks for coming, we enjoyed your visit. I’ll be waiting to hear from Demon,” Moose says, taking a drag of his cigarette.
“We sure did. Thanks for your hospitality,” I hum, rocking on my heels.
“Welcome,” Moose says, smiling.
“Let’s go,” I growl, walking out of the clubhouse, raising my arm, extending my middle finger, flipping them off.
I walk to my bike, slide on, and pull my helmet and gloves on. I look at the photo that I took of us last night, and my heart skips a beat. I trace her face with my fingers, inhaling deeply.
The first thing I need to do is talk to Demon when I get back.
“We’re ready,” Sin huffs, sliding onto his bike.
I watch Killer run to his bike, zipping up his jeans.
Fuckers!
“Let’s get gone!”
Finally, we’re home.
I have a fucking headache.
