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Eve
Happy birthday to me! Twenty-one—the legal age foreverything. Daddy couldn’t control me anymore, though I knew he would try.
Good girls knew the truth. Down deep, we were dying to be liberated—or I was anyway. A taste for danger and darkness lurked in me. I watched suspense and horror movies while my girlfriends were into rom-com. I listened to angsty music instead of love songs.
Tonight I was ready to take a walk on the wild, outlaw side. I knew just where to go to celebrate this momentous occasion: The Bullet. It was a popular watering hole owned by the local motorcycle gang. Several of my friends who were older than me frequented the place… friends of the female persuasion. Most men hated the bikers, while the women swooned over them.
Me?
I was undecided about how I felt. How could I judge these men if I’d never spoken to one? They looked dangerous and made all kinds of noise on their Harleys, which irritated Daddy to no end… and Bastion Township’s residents. But I never judged a person by sight or sound alone.
From time to time, my best friend, Mickey, called me a wicked, dirty bitch. She loved me just the same. We were as different as oil and vinegar. No matter our differences, we’d been like sisters since kindergarten. Inseparable. Loyal and devoted.
So, of course, Mickey was celebrating my birthday with me.
I admired myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I pushed my tushie out, twisting from left to right. “How does my ass look in these jeans?”
It looked damn good to me, but I needed a second opinion.
Mickey didn’t even look my way. “Who cares what your butt looks like? Men like tits.”
I scowled at my best friend. She was playing with her Double Ds. She was skinny as a rail, so her chest looked ginormous. Lucky bitch.
“My ass is my best asset.” I was a generous B cup with extra padding. Unlike some women, I didn’t have legs or curves for miles, but I was proud of my behind and lips.
Men didn’t usually notice lips right away. It was either our ass or our tits. It pissed me off because I had a big brain in my skull. I was a caring person with a great personality, but the guys I knew didn’t care about any of that.
“Don’t sell yourself short, Eve. You have a lot more to offer than a perky butt.”
I smiled and shrugged. “Do you really think I have a perky butt?”
Mickey rolled her eyes. “The right guy will worship the ground you walk on.”
“Ha! In Bastion Township? Men are too cavalier and cocky in this one-horse town to worship anyone but themselves.”
“It’s those damn bikers. They changed the men around here.” She pushed her boobs up and pulled the V-neck of her shirt down. Mickey showed more skin from her chest alone than I did on my entire body. Although, I had to admit she looked hotter than a five-alarm fire.
However, Mickey was spot on in her assessment. Ever since the Knight’s Legion, a motorcycle gang, claimed Bastion as theirs, my hometown had changed. Personally, I found the bikers totally hot. Mickey liked farmers. To each her own.
I slapped my bottom. “Well, this is as good as it’s going to get. What do you think?” I twirled in a circle, swaying my hips with attitude, something I had in abundance.
Although my bedroom screamedprincesswith the sugary-sweet pink walls and eyelet comforter on my twin bed. It even had a sheer white canopy. I was desperate to redecorate my room. Make it more grown-up—moreme. I just didn’t have the heart to change anything. It was one of the last things my momma had done for me before her young life ended.
“Gorgeous, honey. So where do you want to celebrate your twenty-first birthday?”
I paused, grinning like a fool for dramatic effect. Mickey had no clue what I had in mind for tonight. She’d never think I’d want to hit up the biker bar.
“The Bullet.”
Mickey’s jaw dropped, her light-blue eyes bugging out. “You’re joking, right?” She was a natural blonde, but her hair was black this month. It made her eyes pop even more.
I shook my head and shimmied my shoulders. “Nope.”
“Eve, it’s owned by that biker gang.”
“Yep. I know. Someone at the gas station called it a club, not a gang. Not sure what the difference is.” I tucked money and my driver’s license into my pocket. I didn’t like to carry a purse. “And I want to get a tattoo tomorrow too.”
