Page 8 of Cruel Biker

Gus stepped toward his daughter’s side, and Venom couldn’t look away, as he watched Morwenna glare at Bolt.

“Do we have a problem here?” Gus asked.

Bolt struggled. He clearly wanted to say something, but instead, he just shook his head and took a step back.

“Sign the divorce papers,” Morwenna said. “It is time we put an end to this.”

Bolt shook his head. “This is not over, Wen. You’re still my girl.” He went to reach for her, but Morwenna pulled away from him.

Venom expected her to get back into the car, but instead, she walked toward him. “Welcome home, Venom,” she said. He was shocked as she pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then pulled away.

Venom never had a problem with words. He simply didn’t like to talk, but Morwenna had stolen his breath away. She looked amazing.

Bolt had hurt her. He saw that. But she clearly wanted a clean break, and he felt for her. What the fuck had happened in five years? It was like stepping into an alternate reality.

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Dwellers Point Fair was always popular, and this year was no exception. Morwenna didn’t want to attend. She wanted to stay home and work on recipes.

It was a little harder right now, because the club had always been happy to try out her food. The only problem was, going to the club meant coming face to face with Casey, or Bolt, as she kept thinking of him. He was not her Casey. He was just Bolt—a man she was trying to divorce, but he kept making life difficult. He wanted to try again, to put this mess behind them. That was what he called it. A mess. Even after he gave her a sexually transmitted disease, he wanted to try again. Even though Star was still there at the clubhouse, with her three kids.

She stopped working at the garage, because she wanted to cut as many ties as possible. She even considered moving out of town, but she happened to love Dwellers Point, and she was going to be able to get over this mess. People from the same town got divorced and still lived there. There might be a chance she could be friends with him again.

The past year had been rough. Bolt was not taking no for an answer and kept trying to win her back. She had a constant supply of chocolates, which she donated to the elder people’s home. They loved the regular supply of chocolate. She took the flowers to the graveyard and placed on every person’s grave, wishing them a prayer as she did so. She sent back the jewelry.

He tried to be there for her, helping, but she just didn’t want him. She knew he tried, but it hurt too damn badly. It also didn’t help that her eyes were opened. Like the other night when Venom came home. She saw that Bolt was trying to hide the fact he’d been with another woman, but he hadn’t wiped the lipstick off his neck, nor the redness on his lips.

Morwenna couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t read the other signs sooner. Everything she had known was a total lie.

Folding her arms under her breasts, she walked around the fair. Life was a little hazy at the moment. She was making it through day by day, but it was hard. All her life, she’d been with Bolt. They had been inseparable. Hanging out together, studying. Club life had become part of her life.

She tried to avoid the club, but she missed Storm, and Rose, and Sarah. There were several other club women she missed as well. They used to get together every week, where they would enjoy some cocktails and retell stories of their husbands. She felt like she belonged.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Storm said, invading her thoughts.

“Storm.” She smiled at her mother-in-law, even though she should be an ex, along with Bolt, but he refused to sign the damn papers. She wanted a clean break.

Storm pulled her in for a hug.

Rose, Sarah, Ruth, and a couple of the club women were there. Morwenna didn’t like to refer to them as whores or sluts, even though that is what the men always called them. They used them, but were never truly nice to them. Bolt had told her that was so they didn’t get the wrong idea and think they could be an “old lady.” Their place was to be passed around to the men who wanted them. It was a cold life, but they always seemed happy to do it. She never liked it.

Bolt had said he would never be with one of them, yet he was with Star and probably more than one time. She was tired of thinking about it. She just wanted all of this to be over, and she didn’t know what she was supposed to do with the way she was feeling.

“How are you doing?” Storm asked.

“I’m doing good, actually. Yeah, the blog is going really well.” The past year she just threw herself into her work. It was hard not to want to go and help at the garage. She’d created a system, and now someone else worked there. She now went to a completely different town to get her car serviced, as did her parents. “How is everything going with you?” she asked, trying to be polite.

In the past year, she had declined many of the old ladies’ get-togethers. She didn’t think it was appropriate, seeing as she was trying to not be an old lady. Bolt was just being a pain in the ass.

“We’re missing you,” Storm said. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come to this fair, but now that you are here, we will have some fun. Come on.”

Before she could argue with the woman, her hand was pulled through her own, and Morwenna smiled. Rather than fight Storm, she decided to go with the flow and follow the other old ladies as they made their way through the fair.

They played some of the fighting games. Many of the old ladies were not quite adept at squirting water into a scary clown’s mouth, but seeing as her dad taught her to shoot when she was younger, she was quite able. Filling up that mouth, she won a stuffed bear, which she stuck under her arm. A couple of the women earned a goldfish. Others won tiny toys. It was a lot of fun, and for a short time, she was able to forget about what happened

They were her family, and rather than make excuses, she joined them at the burger stand. Looking across the fair as Storm ordered, Morwenna watched Bolt as he crouched on the ground in front of Star’s five-year-old son. Kyle was the kid’s name, and she’d taken care of him a few times. He was a sweet kid. There was always something strange about him.

“Morwenna, honey, would you just grab me a twenty out of my purse?” Storm said.