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Except for now.
Since my father died, Wolf is somber, concerned and protective—which is nice, but somehow adds to my misery.
“Torrent…” he whispers and I close my eyes as a wave of misery assails me.
“I’m okay, Wolf.”
“Baby, you’re not sleeping…”
“Sleep is overrated. Do I need to do anything for tonight?”
“Of course not. It’s club business. It’s been handled.”
“I am the club now. I’m all that’s left of…” I stop to take a breath and let it shudder through my body while I get control of my emotions. “I’m all that’s left of my dad.”
“He would be proud of you.”
His words are hollow—then again, everything is now.
“I’ll be ready,” I assure him, dreading what’s to come—hating it.
“You don’t have to do this, Torrent. No one would think less of you.”
“Except me,” I respond with a tired shrug. “I will be at the part…party tonight,” I tell him, choking on the word.
I know it’s the club’s way, but having a party to celebrate my dad seems wrong. There’s nothing to celebrate about what happened to him—especially since Crash is the reason he’s dead. I want to scream that from the top of the roof. I want to scream it at Wolf, but I don’t. I just need to get through this. I need to be what Dad would expect—to make him proud. That’s all I can do for him now and I owe him so much more.
“If you’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay, baby,” he says kissing my temple and squeezing my shoulders. I close my eyes at his tenderness. I don’t deserve it.
I’m the reason my father is dead.
I wrap my arms around my waist wishing I could sleep through everything.
“We’re going to do the ride to the cemetery today. We’ll leave around five. You’ll be on the back of my bike, Torrent.”
“Wolf… I’m not… I mean I’m not…”
“And you don’t have to be, baby. Not now.”
He gives me one last squeeze and then leaves. I listen to his footsteps and once they fade away I sink to the floor. The view outside slowly blurs as the tears begin to fall.Devil“How is it fucking possible there’s not one woman at this damn thing?” I mutter to Diesel.
We’re all standing around a plot at the cemetery, waiting for the other bikers to file in. Diesel and I were at the back of the pack and we’re already here. The dude’s own men were in the front but they rode farther up the cemetery and are now piling in.
“Maybe they are back at the club waiting for the party?” Diesel answers, sounding like he could care less. Truth is he probably does. He hasn’t looked at a woman since the last chick he trusted fucked him over. Violet was a sweet enough chick, until it turned out that she was Diesel’s crazy ex’s sister. Too bad the fucker doesn’t like dick, because his taste in pussy sucks ass.
“If not, I’m ditching this damn thing early.”
“You can’t need laid that bad, asshole.”
“Sometimes a sweet piece can cure an ailing soul,” I tell him, grinning.
“I don’t think it’s your soul ailing. You might want to get your dick checked out if you’re feeling bad. It has a bigger chance of coming into contact with… germs.”
I flip him off and he laughs. It sounds rusty on him; Diesel definitely doesn’t spend his time laughing.
“Well hello there…” I say, ending in a long whistle as a customized Road King purrs by us. It’s a beautiful electric blue girl, a real classic with ape hangers that add to the beauty. Her pipes rack so beautifully my dick throbs, but that’s not what has my eye. No, what has it is the beauty on the back of the bike. She’s got a helmet on with a face guard so I can’t tell much about that. What I can see is the worn black leather riding outfit she’s wearing that’s clinging to her body so fucking perfectly I want to groan. She’s leaning back and you can tell she’s a natural on a bike.
She’s wearing a leather cut and it hugs those luscious tits so much I want to cry mama and latch onto them. As they pass there’s a patch on the back of her cut I read plainly and I hate it.
Property of Wolf.
“That’s the guy I had the meeting with. Wolf… he’s one lucky motherfucker,” Diesel murmurs.
“Can’t argue with that,” I answer, mostly to myself. I have no idea if Diesel hears me. I’m too busy hating the bastard on the bike.
I start walking, falling in step behind Diesel as we head toward the cemetery plot. I try to keep my gaze on his back, but instead I watch the bike park up and the girl slide off. Her ass is as fucking amazing as the rest of her. Wolf gets off and his arm goes gently around the girl’s back. Jealousy fires through me, which is a fucking alien emotion and I’m not sure I like it at all. The girl takes her helmet off and I curse the fact that she has her back to me. I want to see her face. She may never be mine, but I’d really like to know if it measures up to her body.
