“That’s all I get?Okay?”
“You have to remember I’ve been screwed over a lot by men.”
“I get it. I’ve had the same track record with women. Like the DEA agent who shot my life to hell.”
“Right, and maybe ‘cause we’re both damaged, this won’t work.” I lower my eyes. “I can’t be hurt that way again. I don’t think I’d survive it.”
Deuce gathers me in his arms. “Let’s get through the opening tonight, then tomorrow we figure all this shit out.”
I don’t answer him because I already know that, after the opening, I will just become another statistic in this biker’s world.
DEUCE
If I hadn’t had that second cup of coffee. If Sammie hadn’t looked so fuckin’ sexy that I had to stick my cock in her again. If my incredible lousy luck didn’t always stick me up the ass, I wouldn’t have left Sammie’s apartment at the exact time Ace entered the upstairs hallway.
“Hey?” I close her door behind me. Maybe Ace wouldn’t realize this was Sammie’s room. Of course, being barefoot with my jeans hanging off my hips, and a fucked-out look on my face probably gave it away. “What are you doin’ up so early?”
“You said last night you wanted to do a walk-through of the club to make sure everything’s alright for tonight.”
“Right, I’ll be down in a minute.” I turn, and the bastard follows me into my apartment.
We stare at each other for a few seconds, then he says, “Are we just gonna ignore the big fuckin’ elephant in the room, or are we gonna try to kill it?”
“I don’t know what the hell you're talking about,” I say with plenty of attitude.
“Okay, I’ll just spit it out. What the fuck you doin’ coming out of Sammie’s room at eight in the morning?”
“None of your damn business.”
“Ohhh, no, fucker, you don’t get to play that card. Not after losing five years, not after losing the Kings and everything we worked for ‘cause you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.”
“It’s not like that.”
“I think it’s exactly like that, only worse ‘cause I think you really care about this bitch.”
I close the distance between us. “Don’t call her that.”
“See?” Ace points to me. “That right there. You’re defending her.”
I turn and head for the kitchen. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Like last night, you turning down those chicks at the Royal Flush.”
“I told you they were fuckin’ junkies.”
“Wouldn’t have stopped you in the old days.”
“Well, like you pointed out, this ain’t the old days, so maybe everything is different. Maybe I’m different.” I busy myself filling the Mr. Coffee with water.
“It all makes sense now. The other day when I came up here and you didn’t hear me knocking, you came to the door looking like you were fuckin’ your brains out, ‘cause you were.”
I could’ve denied Ace’s words, spit out a bunch of lies, but I didn’t.
“Un-fuckin-believable.” Ace shakes his head. “Just like the last time.”
“You’re wrong.” I measure off the coffee and snap the lid down.
“Did it ever occur to you that she’s playin’ you just like the DEA bitch?”
