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"This isn't over, Livvy."
I swallow hard as he turns and walks out, climbing onto his red tank Harley while fist-bumping Breaker, who waves at me. I give a small wave, trying to blink back tears, before they both ride off.
He needs to give up; I won't forgive him. I can't. He didn't just hurt me and make my girl scream in terror, he lied about being married, even if he was separated at the time. Then I also went through the worst experience of my life, something that only Momma and Florence know about.
I sniffle, my heart hurting. It's been two days since the club incident, and he's now started to blow up my phone, but I don't want to speak to him. I mean, why should I? He never allowed me to explain, he accused me straight away, he hurt me. I spent five months with him, and he still saw the bad in me instantly, all because one of his brothers turned into a traitor. I didn't deserve that crap, and neither did April. I've dealt with my crying darling girl, only wanting Daddy Two, not understanding why he screamed at her momma.
Then to find out he is married—fucking married!
I pull the tray out of the oven before going back to the marzipan I'm making. A sharp pain shoots through my lower belly, making me gasp and blink back the tears. It intensifies.
I scream out as I fall to the floor, feeling like I just pissed myself. The kitchen door flies open. I grip my stomach as I cry out in pain, Florence standing near me with wide eyes at my light-washed jeans.
"Oh crap, we need to get you to the hospital."
Another shot of pain shoots through me, making me scream out, and she rushes over to me, trying to help me up. Another sharp pain, like a period pain but ten times worse, goes through my body. I look down and see why Flo was panicking—blood, so much blood.
"Are you going to tell him?"
I blink, returning from the memory. I make eye contact with Flo; her eyes were tearing up. I clear my throat and shake my head. "He doesn't need to know, Flo."
She nods as April grips my neck, and Flo sends her a smile.
"Go on and take her home; get ready for your date, even though I think you're just stalling for the inevitable. You and Smokey belong together."
I give her a small smile. "I don't think I can forgive him, plus he’s married."
She nods. "I think you will, but I also know you need this right now, plus his so-called wife’s claims don’t add up to the person he is, and I think you know that but you’re too scared to see through her lies. And just so you know, I won't stop flirting with him."
I snort and shake my head as she grins, before I go to the back with my girl clinging to me. Flo and I aren't friends by any means, but I think we've come to an understanding, though I know if she got the chance, she'd stab me in the back instantly, especially if it meant she could have Smokey. Her words about the woman, Kallie, are true. I know something seems off with them, but my head won’t admit to it, my heart still hurting for how he treated me, expecting me to be some manipulating woman.
Sighing, I grab my bag before heading out. I put my girl in her seat then climb into the driver's seat, headed home, ready for a date I didn't want to go on.
Damn Smokey and his perfect smile for ruining all relationships for me.
7
Smokey – Present Day
I rush inside the club, needing to be away from everyone before church. Snatch, Tats’ egg donor, gives me bedroom eyes as I walk past her near the bar, making me shudder. She tried to trap his dad, but it didn't work.
She's only still here because of her son, who can't stand her. Barely any brothers touch her, so she's basically here to clean and hope her son doesn't decide to have her removed from club property. Emily, Tats' stepmom, is his true mom.
I keep walking toward the hallway where the officers' rooms are, hearing Snatch’s disappointed sigh behind me, making me want to snort. Still, my anger is pulling at me, so I lengthen my steps, unwilling to stop and speak to anyone. Cherrie tries to intercept me, but I ignore her too, making her scowl at me, but I don't care. The last woman I slept with is fucking dating…dating!
Shaking my head, I slam into my room, Breaker following me, before shutting the door and leaning on it. I start to pace, gripping my hair, shouting, "Argh—for fuck’s sake," before kicking my dresser, my biker boot smashing through the wood. I shake off the debris and start pacing again.
Breaker says nothing; he stays near the door, waiting me out.
Fucking dating!
I shake my head, my heart fucking pounding with rage at the thought of some slimy fucker touching my girl. It's been two fucking years, and she still won't give me the time of day.
Two fucking years!
"Brother, call him."
I breathe heavily but nod. The fucker didn't prepare me.
