“Shut up,” Stevie snaps, going to lunge again but Savage reacts, keeping her close.
I grit my teeth from him having his hands on her and not me.
Savage winks and I want to kick his ass but right now, I need to keep my head.
CHAPTER SIX
STEVIE
Twenty minutes earlier. . .
I know that going to see Valarie to see if I could talk some sense into her was a risky move, but I felt like I needed to try.
Her house looks like it is ready to fall down; a car sits in the garden so rusted from being in the sun, you can no longer tell what model it is. Trash litters the lawn along with a broken patio set, beer cans, and bottles, along with some car parts.
Climbing out of my burnt orange 2021 Bronco, that I saved my ass off to buy, I tuck my cell phone into the back pocket of my shorts. As I am walking up the path the front door swings open, and Valarie steps out.
Dressed in cotton shorts and a tiny camisole top, she glares at me.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice is full of distain for me.
It hurts my heart that we drifted apart, and for some godforsaken reason she hates me.
“I wanted to come and see you. Explain to me why you are selling drugs, especially after what happened to Vinnie. You could get caught, Val, and be in prison like he is or hurt someone,” I start.
She scoffs, folding her arms.
“Why do you care? We are not friends anymore. You left me when I needed you.”
Now it is my time to scoff.
“Left you? Are you for real? It was you who pulled back from our friendship the second Logan started winning races. Once you got money in your pocket, and the attention of people you did not know, I was an afterthought. You only called or texted when you needed something.”
“Oh, bullshit. You hated that I got Logan. That he picked me.”
I roll my eyes to hide some of the truth to her words, but I never let it get in the way of our friendship like she did.
“This is not about Logan, it never was. You and Vinnie did something to make him leave, and I still do not know what that was, because you became all about the MC and the crew. Drugs and money was all you cared about. Then, Vinnie got busted and you dug yourself deeper instead of running away and doing something good with your life.”
“Oh, look at you, miss all high and mighty. You had your life planned out; all I had was my brother and look where he is. Logan left us, when he could have stuck around to help.”
My anger builds, my fists clench at my sides, as I am trying not to lash out as she steps down onto the grass to meet me. She is so close I can see the hate radiating through her narrowed eyes.
"Blaming Logan is bullshit. You and Vinnie made the choices that got you both mixed up with drug dealers and him locked up.That is all on you. You made your bed, and I hope that one day, you will face the consequences for what you are doing.”
“You self-righteous cunt.” She lunges for me and we fight.
I have never had a fight before in my life but I am not going to let her hit me without defending myself. My fist connects with her ribs, and she cries out, a growl ripping from her throat. She actually freaking growled at me like some wild animal.
She goes all bitchy mean girl, sinking her fingers into my hair, pulling, and swinging me around, and fuck that hurt. My scalps stings, so I need to get her off me. Pushing her to the ground, I get on top of her, dragging my nails along her arms.
We both pant and cry out with each hit. Her foot connects with my thigh and she flips us, trying to punch me in the face but I block her; thank you for the lessons, Aunt Cass.
“You bitch.”
“No, you are the bitch,” I snap back.
A hear the rumble of motorcycles but neither of us relent. We keep fighting. Someone shouts but I cannot make out what he is saying. Then I am swiftly lifted off her.
