“Bye, fuckwit,” she shouts at Gears as she makes her way out of the bar. He rolls his eyes, flipping her the bird.
I let out a sigh, relieved that I finally have a plan and that I’m one step closer. Clay comes up behind me, wrapping his large arms around me.
“How’s my wifey?” he whispers playfully in my ear. “It’s got a nice ring to it,” he adds.
“Thank you,” I reply as I grip hold of his arm. “You know you don’t have to do this, right?”
“Beaut, when are you going to get the picture? You’re mine now, and there is nothing I won’t do for you.”
Clay
I watch Bella through the mirror as she applies her makeup—not that she needs it because she’s naturally beautiful. She really is perfect. I love the way her eyes light up when she catches me watching her. Her lips curl into a smile as I throw her a wink, then she turns around to face me.
“You’re putting me off.” She grins.
“Why don’t you come back to bed?”
“No, I’ve got to head into work, and you’re distracting me.”
“I’m just admiring my wifey.” I laugh, and she rolls her eyes at me. “I think you could totally be a kept woman. Maybe you could just stay home and tend to your husband’s needs,” I suggest, and she throws her head back and laughs.
“We aren’t living in the nineteen sixties, you know,” she retorts, turning back to the mirror and applying her lip gloss. I put my bottom lip out, pouting like a petulant child who couldn’t have his cookies before dinner.
“Who’s going to keep me company?”
“I’m sure Drifter will have some jobs for you. I mean, you have spent the last few days moping around.”
“I wasn’t moping.”
“Yes, you were,” she says, placing her makeup back in the bag. “You spent the last few days sulking because I wasn’t speaking to you.” She stands and walks towards the bed.
“Nah, the VP doesn’t sulk over a woman.” I wink at her, and she grabs her phone off the bedside table. I grab her wrist, pulling her onto the bed, and I straddle her. She lets out a little squeal as I pin her arms above her head, tracing my tongue lightly up the side of her neck. I feel her heart racing under my palms.
“Do you really need to go to work?” I whisper in her ear, and her arms break out in goosebumps.
“Mmhmm.”
I nibble on her ear, and she makes a humming noise that causes my cock to strain painfully against my jeans.
“But wouldn’t you like to come all over my face?” Her cheeks flush as she licks her lips.
There’s a knock on the door, and I groan in frustration as I roll off her. She stands abruptly, straightening her shirt out and running her fingers through her hair. Rochelle pops her head around the door.
“Drifter wants you in his office,” she mumbles and smirks, taking in the flushed look on Bella’s face.
“I’ll be down in a minute.” I stand from the bed, wrapping my arms around her.
“I can smell your pussy,” I whisper, watching that blush deepen. “Don’t leave without me. I’ll drop you off at work.” I smack her arse gently as I make my way out of the room.Shit, what’s this woman doing to me?
After dropping Belle at work I came back to the club, it’s a hive of activity as usual, so I take a quiet seat at the end of the bar. Hazel pops a bottle in, and I give her a nod as I take my phone out of my pocket and place it on the bar. Taking a swig of the beer, I watch as Red and Rock play pool. He’s taunting her as usual for her awful aim, and in true Red form, she pushes her arse out as she bends over to take a shot and shimmies her top down lower, putting her breasts on display. His jaw twitches, and she knows she’s got him right where she wants him, full of jealousy. I shake my head and grin to myself.
That right there is what I want. It’s never been something I had even considered until I stumbled across Bella that night.What initially started as wanting to help her soon turned into wanting to make her mine.
My brother’s last words cut through my mind like a knife.“Fuck you and that bitch. You deserve her. You don’t deserve a decent woman.”
I stare out the window at the rain bouncing off the bikes in the yard. He was right—I’d slept with his woman. I did the worst thing imaginable to the one who was beside me no matter what. I’d let him down. That night he left on patrol, he wouldn’t hear me out, and I can’t say I blame him. I’d fucked up on a huge scale, and that shit wasn’t even redeemable.
I take a long, drawn-out swig of my beer. It’s why I’d never laid eyes on a woman since—I didn’t deserve to be happy. My brother died that night knowing I had broken his trust, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life. There is no making things right, no forgiveness. Maybe this is his way of paying me back. He’d probably brought her into my life to rip her away, so that I would feel the same pain as him.
