It was a painful night when they had sat me down and said that they felt more for each other than they did for me.
I couldn’t believe the words they were saying, but there was nothing I could do.
It made coming around my club a lot harder. I felt myself growing bitter.
Being here for the night will hopefully get my mind off them. It has been a long time since they broke up with me, but it still fucking hurts.
Upon arriving at the clubhouse, I had to handle some business. After the club finished their meeting, we came out into the main room where a party had already started.
I grab a beer and look around the room.
There are plenty of good-looking brothers here. I can’t help but wonder if any of them would enjoy the touch of a man.
That’s when I see him.
He’s got long hair that I would just fucking love to grab in my fist as I fuck my cock into him. Tall, built. I eye him as I take a sip of my beer. A gorgeous as fuck woman walks up to him.
I can see the way he looks at her; he loves her. Her reaction to him, however, seems strained. Part of me wonders what the fuck that is about. It’s none of my business, however, and there is no way I’m getting involved with two people again just to end up being tossed aside like I was nothing.
Chapter One
Anastasia
Five years later…
I let out a sigh as I walk into the house. It’s quiet as always, since Viking is never home.
A humourless chuckle leaves me for thinking of him as “Viking.” He hasn’t been Maverick in a very long time.
Maverick was the man who would do anything for me and loved me for who I was. He had looked at me with so much love that I felt like I could survive off it alone.
That was then. I haven’t felt that love in a long time.
We had sex, but that’s all it was; sex. I never felt the love behind it anymore.
I honestly didn’t know how long I could continue like this. Things had been rough ever since I had overheard Viking talking with Rage a few months ago.
My heart hurt hearing his words. I felt myself break. Soon, there wouldn’t be much more than crushed pieces of me if things kept going this way.I need to get out.
I grab the takeout menus since it sucks to cook for one person. I have no idea where Viking is and, to be honest, I stopped asking him after he started giving vague responses like “club business” or “the club” any time I would ask. Before that, he used to always at least go into a bit of detail so that I felt more connected to him when he was away. I used to feel like he could talk to me about anything and everything. Now, the words just never come.
There’s a knock on the door interrupting my thoughts on Chinese or Mexican. I get up to see who would be here. I rarely have visitors.
When I open the door, my eyes widen at Ice standing on the other side. He’s holding a bag from my favourite Chinese place. “It’s like you read my mind,” I say with a smile. He has been a great friend lately. I really needed a friend right now.
He grins at me with his dimples popping out. “The club can be loud and crowded some days, so I figured I would see if you would want some company.”
“Well, you came with food, so I guess I could let you in,” I tease while opening the door wider.
“By the way, babe, you need to check the peephole next time. You didn’t know who was on the other side,” he says as he walks in and puts the bag on the coffee table.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I guess I forgot. The hunger pangs were distracting,” I tell him while heading to the kitchen to grab plates and forks.
“Just be careful next time. ‘Don’t want you getting hurt,” he shouts so that I can hear him from the kitchen.
I roll my eyes at his words. I’m sure he would be the only one to notice if something happened to me.
He’s putting everything out when I walk back into the living room. The smell makes my stomach growl so loudly that Ice looks at me in amusement.
