Page 13 of Cruel Biker

The last thing he wanted to do was leave, but he was only hurting her more by staying, and that he couldn’t stand. So, he turned on his heel and left, going to his bike and straddling his machine. He gave one last, lingering look to her home, at all the windows that faced him, waiting to see any sign of a curtain twitching, that would give him hope. There was nothing. She was not coming to him.

He turned over his engine, feeling his bike purr to life. Usually, he loved the growl of his bike, it took all his troubles away, but this was not taking anything away. This was not helping to ease his troubled mind. This was pain.

He rode back to the clubhouse, and the journey didn’t even matter to him. It didn’t register the roads he had taken, or how he got from Wen’s family home to the clubhouse. He parked his bike, walked inside, and sat at the bar. Music played, and several of the guys were enjoying the women on full display. But he didn’t listen to them. He asked for a beer, and it was handed to him, but he didn’t see or hear who gave him the beer. Tipping the bottle to his lips, he took a drink.

Wen’s face kept playing in his mind. The look in her eyes, the pain, and that sound as she screamed at him. He caused that. He hurt her. She knew the truth.

“Hey, baby,” Star said, running her hands across the back of his leather jacket.

This woman had made him hurt Wen. Usually, he got excited when Star came on to him, especially in a room full of other men. This time, she cost him everything.

He loved Wen with every fiber of his being. She’d been the love of his life for as long as he could remember. There was no easy way to look away from that. She was everything to him, and now, because of his own personal fuckup, that was gone. Wen was hurting because of him. He’d been fucking weak when it came to this nasty woman’s pussy. He had three kids, and none of them were Wen’s, and that pissed him off.

Bolt reacted.

This was the first time he ever attacked a woman, but he grabbed Star around the throat, and all manner of play was gone, as the club turned toward them. He had Star pinned up against the nearest wall.

“I see you,” he said, hating her.

Usually, he looked at Star, with her fake tits and smooth face that rarely had a mark on it. He knew she got Botox and did all the beauty shit to stay on top of the game. She was a selfish bitch who only thought about herself. Sure, she was a good mother, but right now, he couldn’t see anything good about her. He fucking hated her. She was a first-class bitch.

“Bolt!” She tried to claw at his wrists to get him to stop, but he wasn’t letting her go. She could still breathe, just barely, and right at that moment, he didn’t give a fuck if she could breathe or not. The sooner she died the better.

“Bolt, let her go now,” Maverick said.

He turned to look at his dad. “It’s all her fault.”

“It takes two to tango, son, you know that.”

Bolt stopped strangling her, but he didn’t let her go completely. “She knows,” he said. “Wen knows the truth. She knows about the three kids.”

He let Star go and collapsed to the floor as he let out a scream.

****

“You know, I think we need to stop meeting like this,” Venom said.

Wen looked up at him, and she let out a little smile. “I’m enjoying the sun, what is your excuse?”

“So much fucking drama at the clubhouse, it’s like living in a soap opera, and I’m starving, and the food there is not worth shit. I remember when you’d come and help Storm cook on a regular basis.”

“Yeah, well, that was when things were different and I didn’t have a husband who had three kids with another woman,” she said.

“Yeah, we kind of heard all about that,” Venom said, taking a seat beside her. Bolt was at the clubhouse, and he was sobbing, drowning his sorrows, and it was so fucking boring to see.

The guy went through multiple stages of denial and acceptance to denial again. He’d refuse to accept responsibility for sticking his dick into a woman that wasn’t his wife, then he’d accept it. For now, Star had been told to stay away. She had a bruise wrapped around her windpipe from him hurting her.

“He thought we could get past it—the cheating—and he wasn’t going to tell me about everything else. He wasn’t going to tell me he had three kids, or the fact I thought we were trying, and he was feeding me birth control pills that he told me were vitamins,” she said.

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, oh, shit, and trust me, I’m not a cursing kind of woman, but right now, I think it is becoming close to a second hobby.”

“Do you want my fried chicken?”

Wen burst out laughing. “I’m not going to keep stealing your food.”

“I don’t mind sharing.”