“You know nothing about me anymore, so leave me alone. And do not say my brother’s name, you were just like the rest of them— turning your back on us when we needed you, and then thinking bad of us both,” she shouts.
I flinch back, but my anger is building and it takes a lot to make me angry; I am usually a cool and calm person. Being hateful and angry is wasted energy.
How dare she say this crap to me, I was there until she stopped texting and calling around. I reached out to be told she was busy.
“It was you who pulled away from me, and it was well before things got bad with Vinnie. As for thinking you were both bad. Look in the fucking mirror, Val. You are dressed like a hooker and dealing, your brother is in jail for being caught selling drugs,” I shout back.
“You bitch. How fucking dare you say that to me. All fucking high and mighty, Stevie thinks she is better than everyone. Yet, was always second best to me in everything.” She smirks, with a menacing look. “Logan,” she says. “He is back, by the way.”
My shocked expression makes her chuckle, and it is not with a hint of humor.
Logan is back. Shit, are they going to get back together and him get sucked into her illegal stuff? It has been years since I have seen him.
Rolling my shoulders, I keep my voice flat.
“I don’t care that he is back, Val. I care that you are this whole new person and not a good one.”
Her face morphs into pure rage, and she brings her hand up, slapping me across the face before I can react. The sting radiates through my cheek and even up to my ear, making it ring.
My hand flies to my face, the skin already hot, my mouth open in shock that she fucking hit me.
“You are a fucking cunt, Stevie. Leave me alone, and do not speak to me again.”
She goes to walk away, dismissing me like I am nothing, and I catch her wrist—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make her stop and actually look at me. I may not be like her, being bold and confident, but I am no fricking pushover either.
“That is the only time you get to hit me. Next time, I hit back.” My voice is low, firm and holds no room for argument.
She tugs her wrist back, sneers at me and turns to leave. I watch her go, and once she is out of sight, I walk back to my car and it is only once I am inside do I let everything that just happened out.
Tears roll down my face, a sob slipping out. My chest aches for the loss of a friend and my cheek stings from her slap.
Clearly, she is not who she used to be and that is a sad thing, because she had a future with Logan and the garage if things had gone to plan.
Holy moly, Logan is back. I wonder if I will bump into him. I would not even know what to say to him if I did see him. Shaking the thoughts away, I clear my head and drive home. A hot bath and some wine is calling to me.
Hell, I might even spoil myself with some cake.
CHAPTER THREE
CRASH
“Righto, fuckers, I want this job done smooth and fast. My cock is aching to be sucked, so let’s get this done so we can find a bar,” Savage bitches as we drive the last stint of our journey.
I am with Target and Savage on a run for the club to deliver some camera and tech shit that got ordered. We install everything and Savage shows the client how to work the app.
When Racer told me that I need to learn some of the club’s businesses, I jumped at the chance. Helping the club bring in cash I am all for; hell, I helped turn the garage around with my expert knowledge of cars and bikes.
We now service high-end cars as well. There is not a car out there that I cannot fix, or drive.
After riding down a long fucking driveway walled with trees, we arrive at the client’s business, a big ass cream mansion with stone pillars at the front. We park the bikes, and Savage whistles when he removes his helmet.
“We are in the wrong business, brothers. Sex sells.”
“Ask Magnum, or Perri; she now runs the club’s skin studio,” Target explains.
“Rugged Online Entertainment,” I confirm.
The new prospect parks behind us in the club’s truck with everything we need for this job.
