I ran from one MC member straight into the home of another.
My pulse stutters, then kicks hard, fear thick and molten in my chest. I promised myself I would never put myself in this position again.
I turn and head straight for my room.
Is this your sense of humor? Because it sucks.
I whisper it to the ceiling the second I’m inside, the door closing behind me with a soft click that feels louder than it should. Whoever is in charge of my fate must be laughing his ass off right now.
I start pacing, hands fisting at my sides.
I could pack, if you could even call it packing when everything you own fits into a bag, but where would I go? My car won’t start. I have exactly ten dollars of tips in my pocket left from the other night, not enough for a motel, not enough for a decent, warm meal.
I’m stuck.
If he ever finds out who I am… what I’m tied to…
My stomach turns.
He could use me as bait to get to Russel. Or worse.
I shake my head.Nope. Not going there.
The urge to give up claws at me. To just stop fighting. I’m tired of always fighting just to lose. I solve one problem only to be hit with something worse. I just want to lay down and let the worst happen, grab a bottle of whiskey and let it numb everything until I disappear inside it.
I stop pacing, pressing my hands against my temples.
Was this how Mom felt when she started drinking and taking sleeping pills?
No.
I straighten slowly.
I’m never going there.
Even if I have to crawl out of this hole using my teeth, I won’t give up.
I refuse to be like her.
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Dexter
The door clicks shut behind her, and the sound lingers longer than it should, settling into the quiet like something unfinished.
For a moment, I don’t move.
I stand there with the coffee mug still in my hand, staring at the spot where she was just standing, her words still hanging in the air like they haven’t quite decided to leave yet.
I hate all MC members.
Simple. Clean. Final.
I let out a slow breath, dragging a hand over my jaw as I turn back toward the counter, but it doesn’t shake loose the way I expect it to.
It sticks.
That’s annoying.
