Page 33 of Cruel Biker

She swiped at her cheeks, and this time, Storm didn’t follow her.

Climbing into her car, she slammed the door and pulled out of the parking lot, because she needed to get as far away as possible, as fast as she could. She needed to have a clean break.

She didn’t go to her parents. Instead, she went to the ranch, parked her car, and turned off the ignition. The light from the porch came on, and she couldn’t help but slam her hand against the steering wheel. She did so once, twice, three times, and it didn’t make her feel any better. Her heart raced and she felt anger and pain mixed together. The unfairness of life swirled inside her.

She walked into her home, turning off the alarm and locking the door. She tossed her keys into the little dish on the table beside the door and went straight into the kitchen. She was not a drinker, however, she had a lot of bottles of alcohol, because she loved to cook and bake. She picked up a bottle of whiskey that her dad advised was the best. It was dark amber in color. She grabbed a glass from out of the cupboard, opened the cap on the whiskey, and poured herself a generous amount. She was getting tired of arguing. Tired of fighting with the same old people. It was boring.

She took a swig of the whiskey, and it was so strong, the moment she took a sip, she scrunched up her face. It tasted awful. It burned. She let out a cough but finished the glass and winced.

“Awful.”

Putting the cap back on, she rummaged about in her drawer and found some tequila. There were a few recipes she tried with the stuff, but it had never been on her list of drinks to enjoy. She poured herself another shot, and that was just as bad as the last one. It tasted awful.

Drinking was not going to help. She looked at the bottle and shook her head, instead going for the ice cream. She didn’t move to the living room. She grabbed a spoon and held the ice cream close to her chest as she slid down the wall and sat on the floor eating it. She did not want to think. She thought her place in the world was at the club. All she ever wanted was to have a big family.

Morwenna didn’t move, even as she heard the door open.

Seconds later, Venom was in the kitchen. He looked tired, and she saw his knuckles were cut up and bruised.

“You’ve been hitting someone,” she said.

“I take it girls’ night was a bust,” he said.

“How did you know?”

“Storm came back to the clubhouse, and Bolt, well, he was there, and shit happened.”

Morwenna laughed. “You mean he was flirting or making out with Star, or another woman, and Storm caught him and flew off the handle?”

Venom nodded his head but didn’t say anything.

“You know, I mean nothing to them,” Morwenna said. “I do everything for them. I’m loyal and I don’t rock the freaking boat, and it all means nothing.”

“You mean something,” he said. He moved in beside her and stole the ice cream from her.

“Do you realize I feel happier with you, and like I know my place with you, than I do with any of the club? I didn’t do anything wrong. I did everything right, and look where I am now.” She pressed a hand to her face. “What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Some men just can’t keep it in their pants.”

“And he won’t even divorce me.” She burst out laughing. “What is going on with that? I cannot get him to freaking divorce me. That is just so ridiculous.”

“He loves you, Morwenna.”

She sighed. “Can I say something?” she asked.

“You can say anything.”

“I have always hated when he called me Wen. I hate it. I like my name but it was like it was too freaking long for him to remember.” She laughed. “It’s funny, because when we were together, I’d make so many excuses for him. I’d had all the reasons why it was fine, and now I look back and I can only see a different perspective. Do you think that’s normal?”

“Do you love him?” Venom asked.

“I think a part of me will always love him. He’s Casey ... or Bolt ... but I’m not in love with him. I’m seeing all the faults I refused to see before.” She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “You’re a good friend, Venom.”

****

“What do you think?” Morwenna asked, revealing her ink to him.

She had gotten the tattoo just over a month ago, and now it had cleaned up, she’d taken care of it, and Venom looked at the vines that traveled up her arm. They were similar in design to what he had drawn.