Old friends have messaged, but I ignore them. Those friends stood back and filmed what I had to go through, wanting to believe something like what Adam did was normal, watching me get hurt. I can’t get over any of that and I don’t think I ever will.
Sighing, I grab my bag, switch off my laptop, look at Lyra as she puts on her fluffy pink hat, and I smile at how adorable she is.
“What do you say we see if Matty has brought Mama’s car back? If so, we can get take-out for dinner tonight!” I say to my daughter and her eyes light up as she squeals, “Yes!”
I chuckle and hold my hand out to her as she runs over and as soon as she grabs it, I guide her out of the classroom, switch off the lights, and lock the door before we walk towards the exit feeling so grateful to have this little girl in my life, becoming my rock and reason.
Over the years, my focus has been Lyra and my career. I’ve learned you can’t rely on anyone. Even those you love can hurt and disappoint you; that’s why I’ll never settle down, that I’ll never be with another man and why I’ll never let anyone in.
Everyone hurts you in the end…
Chapter 3
Dirty
I try my hardest not to laugh at the scowl on Slicer’s face, the pink bedazzled cut glaring in the sun. The little diamond drops of white from the several dicks made of jewels making it even funnier, while Flame looks guilty as shit, and I bite my fist as my shoulders shake.
Fucking hell, he looks stupid, and I mean, really fucking stupid, and the fact that Dagger, his own VP, looks ready to piss himself laughing makes it even harder to keep it in.
The Untamed brothers are our allies who either bring shit loads of drugs, something I didn’t use to dabble in until now, guns, and cash for the cartel who none of us used to get on with. We finally came to an agreement that more money could be made if we worked together, and we would take the shit to them, or we bring drugs and guns to our affiliated MC’s for themto distribute, which is what we did today. They are our friends, our family, and their fucking women who they chose are coo-coo crazy, and not one brother here right now would want to be in their shoes. The fact that Doc's old lady is best friends with those women makes us really uneasy.
“How in fuck did Star ruin the wrong cut?” Doc asks, laughter lacing his voice, and I let out a snort through my fist and quickly bite down harder on it at the look Slicer gives me, though I know my face is turning red right now trying to keep this shit in.
Out of all the brothers in the Untamed Hell Fire’s MC, Slicer is the only one who didn’t mess up and hurt his woman like all the others. He had a one-night stand, but knew he was going to claim Meghan despite just meeting her, only for a jealous waitress to lie to Meghan, who walked away before Slicer woke the next morning.
The sweetheart found out she was pregnant and tried everything to contact Slicer—not for his cut or to get him to claim her, but so he could be part of his daughter's life. She called all the MCs, including ours, to check if he belonged.
Unfortunately, at the time we didn’t know his legal name, fuck, only brothers in the same club knew the legal names of their brothers. It was something brothers decided was a good idea if the law ever sniffed around years ago—something we’ve now vetoed for obvious reasons.
When Meghan transferred into their area to work as a doctor, she contacted the Untamed. A clubwhore answered, knew Slicer’s legal name, and lied causing Slicer to miss an extra year of his daughter’s life. Even when she found Slicer, she insisted they would be only friends, that her daughter needed her father’s sole attention. He wanted both of his girls, though, Meghan kept her walls up and he had a fight on his hands, but, to be fair, the idiot was screwing the clubwhore who lied—right up against thechurch doors at Dagger’s wedding, Meghan being Mel’s maid of honor.
They’ve been through hell before they finally got their happily ever after, so to speak.
We Rebels helped get rid of Meg’s parents, who lived in the area and belonged to a sick cult that groomed kids so men in their forties could marry them at the grand old age of ten, some earlier if they’re impatient. Those sick fucks tried selling their daughter, Lilah, to a forty-something old who was supposed to have Meg. She ruined their plans by getting pregnant and that was Meg’s punishment from her parents. Since her parents were gone and the clubwhore, or sweetbutt as the Untamed calls them is out of the picture, Meg and Slicer have grown together and now they're happily married with more kids and the man treats Meg like a queen. In short, he definitely isn’t worthy of the bedazzled dick cut right now. Flame, though—yeah, he probably did something to piss off Star, his best friend, turned old lady, the guilty look he currently has proof of that, fuck, he’s even trying not to look at his brother.
“I uh, accidentally or maybe purposely put my cut underneath his when we were working out because I knew I pissed her off and didn’t want her to fuck with it after hearing Annie gloat about Star’s plans,” Flame mumbles and my laughter bursts out at his sheepish look when Slicer glares.
Holy shit, that’s honestly the best idea Flame’s ever had but knowing his woman, she’s probably tearing through something he cares about as we speak and anxiety knots in my chest thinking about what she might be destroying.
I would fucking hate to be in his shoes.
“You fucker, you ruined her painting when you knocked it over—a painting she wanted to surprise you with, but no, you had to peek, didn't you?! You should've just apologized,” Slicer growls and Flame winces as I laugh louder, unable to hold it in.
Damn, am I glad I never settled down.
Flame scowls at me before muttering, “Just wait until you finally fall, brother,” and I instantly stop laughing while my brothers piss themselves at my instant reaction like fuckers.
There is no fucking way I’ll meet someone.
“Oh hell no, never going to happen,” I instantly admit, and Doc chuckles.
“I said the same thing and look at me now,” he reminds me, then nods towards Anchor, “Look at that fucker and Stone, Tank, and don’t get me started on Trigger, fuck, I’d bet my fucking Harley even Ace will fall as well.”
“Trigger doesn’t count, the idiot claimed Ash when they were kids,” I retort, and just when I’m about to tell him Ace would rather burn his Harley than fall for someone, Trigger who was overseeing the prospects do their job and I didn’t see walk over to us, jumps in, “But I also fucked up and have to work every single day to ensure I don’t lose my wife again.”
Shit.
I swallow hard as the shadow darkens his face, pain etched deep for what he did to that perfect woman.
