Belle was a rescue from a rival club ten years ago. She crawled her way out and ended up here. Once she proved her loyalty to the Iron Norsemen, Tonsils claimed her. I feel like I’ve known her all my life. “Not damaged,” I say with conviction. “Don’t let Tonsils catch you talking like that about yourself.”
She twists around in her chair and scans the crowd for her husband. He’s at the pool table, surrounded by brothers and a group of passarounds who want to fuck him. “Pretty sure he’ll be busy all night.” She laughs and faces me again. “I’ve never asked him to be faithful. He just is.”
“Sometimes a man doesn’t need to prove anything to himself.”
“Is that what you call it? Proving yourself?”
“Men love pussy.”
She slaps my arm and laughs. “I know some women who love pussy, too.”
“Touché.”
“Seriously, Eagle. If this girl means something to you . . .”
“Her name is Serafina.”
“Give her a few days to get used to the idea of having a big bad biker in her life.”
“I’ll try.” I finish off my beer and leave the bottle on the table as I get up. Truth be told, I can’t wait a few days. I’m incredibly restless—ready to move forward. After the memorial service tomorrow, some things are going to change in my world. Angel will always have a special place in my heart. She’s the first and only girl I’ve ever loved. But I owe it to myself to give life a second chance. Serafina is my first step in that direction. “Better go protect your old man.”
I walk to the bar and grab a fresh bottle of Jack before I exit the clubhouse. I need some space and time to think. Serafina is a complicated puzzle I plan on piecing together, even if it kills me.
