“You forgotten all about the little girl from last night now, baby?” she asked. She trailed a nail down my chest and I flinched and pulled away from her, my angry glare burning into her.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“Don’t be like that. She couldn’t give you what you want anyway, I did you both a favor.”
“What did you do?” I asked with a hard scowl. I took a step away from her.
“What do you care?”
“Who said I care?”
She laughed. “The pathetic look on your face says you care, baby. She’s just some sad little virgin skank. Sad because she don’t know how to treat a man, and even sadder because she finally found someone she wanted to give up her V card too and she couldn’t even seal the deal.” She laughed again, her narrowed gaze on mine. Jealousy poured from her in waves as she stood there sneering at me, her beautiful face twisted in bitterness.
I felt a little sick at her words, thinking of fucking this crazy bitch up against the side of the garage where Hope could hear everything. What the hell had I been thinking? That’s right, I hadn’t been.
My cheeks flushed hot in anger and shame and I turned away, my thoughts already working on how I could find that girl again, and make it right. I didn’t owe her anything, not really, and yet for the first time in my life I wanted to make shit right.
This wasn’t something else I could run from.
Hopewasn’t something I could run from.
I hadn’t fucked up just once, but twice, and I knew I had to make it right.
But if I was being truthful, it was more than the need to correct my fuckup that made me want to find Hope. Nothing happened by chance in this life. I didn’t believe in accidents or mistakes, I believed in fate. And I had known from the first moment I had seen Hope that our lives were meant to be connected in some way.
Hands came up behind me, wrapping around my middle. I was still sore from my tattoo and wrapped in saran wrap to keep the tattoo clean, but she didn’t seem to care. She reached down to my dick and squeezing just hard enough to make me hiss. “She can’t treat you as good as me, don’t worry about her. I’m sure she’s stopped crying now.”
I shrugged away from her touch and turned back to glare at her. “You spoke to her?”
A smile rose on her face and she flicked her tongue across her lips. “Oh yeah, right after you left me there, knees trembling, pussy throbbing and dripping with your cum. I told Hope exactly what she’d just missed out on. Cried herself to sleep like the pathetic clubslut wannabe she was.”
“She wasn’t a fucking clubslut.”
“She wanted to be! What do you think she was doing here anyway? A girl like her don’t belong in this life anyway. Bitch thought she was too good for this life. Mom and dad had big plans for her to become a vet and save the cutesy little animals while bearing some rich man’s babies. Sex with the lights off, missionary-position kind of shit, not like what you need. Dirty, rough, painful.” She grinned again.
“You’re all kinds of fucked up, you know that?”
She rolled her eyes again. “So I’ve been told. Doesn’t stop you from wanting me though, right? And it won’t be the last time either, baby.”
I shook my head at her and started to walk away. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
She laughed. “I’ll see you again, Dillon, me and my pussy. And Hope? Your perfect little Hope’s long gone.”
I headed to the bar to swallow a shot of whiskey to dampen down my anger and guilt. The liquid burned down my throat, hitting my empty stomach and burning my insides as it moved around. Couldn’t even remember the last time I had eaten, and that wasn’t a good sign. Living off whiskey and women was one thing, but Bull was depending on me and I didn’t want to let him down. The fight was coming up, and though drinking had always been a part of my training program, so had food—at least when my mom had been clear-headed enough to remember to buy some for us.
I nodded at Maisie, one of the women serving behind the club’s makeshift bar, and she poured me another shot. I downed it and put my head in my hands, my dark thoughts on Hope, the crazy bitch I had just fucked, again, and why I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants for five minutes.
I pondered over how I might find Hope, and then I wondered why I should even bother. After what I had done there was no way she would want anything to do with me. Couldn’t really blame her either. I had felt a connection to her the night before, and I had a feeling she had felt it too. Perhaps that was why I had done it—ruined any chance before she got too close. Or perhaps I was just an asshole and couldn’t control the dick in my pants.
Either way, it seemed like a lot of trouble to go to to find a woman that wouldn’t want anything to do with me but give me shit for being a pig. But it was what I deserved. This was one thing I refused to run from.
I shook my head and headed over to Bull’s office to speak to him. His curtains were open now, and Wolf and Hammer were walking out of the clubhouse. Hammer stopped to talk to the crazy bitch I had just fucked and her friend, and I wondered if I should warn him away from her. Bitch clearly had a screw loose. Hammer slapped her ass and pulled her close to his body and I decided against getting involved. Pussy was pussy, after all.
~ 12 ~
Bull was sitting behind his desk, his gaze looking over some paperwork that was scattered out in front of him. A hard scowl covered his face as he sat back and cracked his knuckles, finally looking up at me.
“What can I do for you, kid?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. He nodded toward the chair opposite him and I moved to sit down in it. “Everything okay?”
