YOU KNOW THOSE SAYINGS in life that you think nah, they’re just sayings? I’m starting to realise they came from somewhere for a good reason.
Take this one:Trust no-one.It’s simple, right? Just don’t fucking trust. In theory, it works, but you can’t live life not trusting people, and that’s how people fuck you over, every damn time.
I was happy back at the OG chapter of our club, I was surrounded by friends, and had a fucking great life. Then she came along. I thought she was the one, that elusive fucking perfect woman who’d been created for me.
Instead she was my nightmare. What I thought was love turned out to be manipulation, psychological control, and verbal abuse. What I thought was forever turned out to be a woman belittling me for being in a biker club, while sleeping with me, and fucking with my head. Especially when she decided to fake a pregnancy. Fake. A. Fucking. Pregnancy.
I don’t necessarily want kids or not want them, but thinking there was one on the way? Thinking there was a fucking baby we’d created? I’d started getting used to that idea. I even fucking started saving up for the things our kid would need. I even planned to propose to her, even though I borderline hated her at times.
Why would a woman do that, right? Why would she fuck with my brain and my heart like that? Women… I’m fucking done with them.
As part of a biker club, you’d think there were so few of them around that it’s not an issue, but that’s not the case. Back with the original chapter, they were all pairing off with old ladies, and it was turning into a fucking women’s club, but here? Here I thought it’d be back to guys only, and no women screwing shit up.
First off, Micro, the fucker, brought Sophie in. Admittedly that all happened before I switched to the Hampshire chapter, but it’s worth mentioning, because there’s a baby on the way. A fucking baby. It’s like kicking me in the balls that didn’t produce one, even though I’d started fucking planning for one.
Nobody knew how that got to me, but watching her waddling around with him practically running around her in circles to protect her, really fucking hurt. I’d have been like that. I’d have done anything to protect my woman and child. I just didn’t realise I had neither.
“You okay closing up, man? I’m going to meet Caroline’s mum tonight.”
I hadn’t even realised Harley had come over to lean on my counter. I was running a spray shop from the back of his bike garage, which was actually fucking perfect. When he'd offered, I’d been blown away, because he was someone I’d only known since I switched to his chapter. Now he was my VP and business partner.
“Yeah, sure. Is this the first time you guys are meeting?”
He grimaced, dragging a hand down his face.
“Fuck. Yeah it is. Any idea what I’m supposed to do? I’ve never done this. Never been serious enough about someone for it. I feel like a teenager out of his depth.”
I raised an eyebrow as I assessed him, because I could also be a dick at times, and this could be one of them.
“You’re wearing that?”
Harley froze, glancing down at his black shirt and black jeans, with his usual boots.
“Huh? Is it bad? Shit.” He glanced at his phone, checking the time, and groaned.
“What?”
“I don’t have time to get changed, but like, what the fuck should I be wearing for this?”
I let a slow grin creep over my face.
“Actually I was gonna say you clean up real nice, man. You look good.”
“Fucker.” He took a deep breath, clenching one of his fists, and I grinned even wider.
“You gonna punch me, man? You don’t wanna show up with bleeding knuckles now, do you?”
He slammed his fist down on my counter, and I caught my pen as it reached the edge after being jolted into rolling.
“I’ll punch you tomorrow then. Why are you fucking with me, man? You know I’m shitting it. If she doesn’t like me, I mean, what if she doesn’t fucking like me?!”
I shrugged, because the feelings thing wasn’t generally my bag, not since I got my heart ripped out by a real bitch.
“I mean, what’s not to like? You’re clean. You don’t look that bad. You’re pretty inoffensive really.”
He blinked at me for a moment, then flipped me off and spun on his heel to walk away.
“Don’t know why I’m asking your fucking advice. I look pretty inoffensive? Perfect. Thanks a fucking bunch.”
