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She doesn’t look at money the way I do. With her, it’s like a hot fuckin’ potato. In one day, then out the next.
I’m still pissed about when she split a couple of years ago. I know I had something to do with it, but I thought I was doing the right thing.
She doesn’t just get to blow me off and then show up again like nothing ever happened. I had to find out everything from her mom, who was also worried she’d gone AWOL.
When I questioned her after she started working back at the clubhouse, she just shrugged and said she went traveling. She’s such a bad liar.
The thing about Luna Shields is she can’t lie for shit.
I can see straight through her; I’ve always been able to.
She holds onto my hips, and I turn my head so she can hear.
“Stop bein’ a bitch and wrap your fuckin’ arms around me. If you fall off, it’ll be my fault.”
“Stop calling me names.”
I rev my engine. She knows we’re not going anywhere until she does as I say.
When she sighs loudly and then wraps her arms around my body, I feel a hum and calmness in my chest that makes my throat dry and my body tense.
If I admit to myself that it feels fuckin’ good, that’s hardly blasphemy. Not that I’m religious, but I’m pretty sure I’m not going to heaven after what we’ve done.
Checking the highway, I pull off the shoulder and take off.
I know Luna loves riding, but this isn’t for her enjoyment. I’m just doing my job.
I’m not the same person she once knew. I’ve changed. I’m notThomasanymore. He died when my career did. I joined the MC and I became tough. I have to be as the club’s Enforcer.
I know she wants something that I’ll never be able to be. She wants some fuckin’ fairytale that doesn’t exist.
I sometimes wonder if I’ve always been this hard, but I know after my career ended so abruptly, I changed. Everything changed. I was bitter. Maybe I’ll never get over it.
Maybe this was the best thing to happen, because without it, I never would’ve met Harlem and ultimately joined the club that I love so much. My brothers are everything.
But now, as I get the waft of her scent…I can’t even describe how it feels to have Luna pressed up against me on my sled.
This bike is my baby. My pride and joy. There is nothing I love more than riding, except fuckin’. But having Luna close to me like this feels different.
I keep thinking about Harlem lecturing me. Of course, I know he’s right.
At some point soon, Luna will find someone to settle down with. Then I’ll have to witness an even bigger atrocity: her settling down and making a life. Us at family Christmases, flaunting him in my face. I shift in my seat when I imagine her knocked up with another man’s baby.
My hands grip the handlebars tightly. Fuck no.
But why do I give a fuck about these things?
Probably the same reasons I’ve always given a fuck, deep down.
Because I can’t have her, but I don’t want anyone else to either.
Jesus fuckin’ Christ.This is so fucked up. I should’ve phoned Riot or Bronco to come get her.
I run a hand over my chin and try to shake it off. But like all things Luna related, that’s easier said than done.
I take a breath and tear down the highway, and across the city.
After all of the backchat she’s given me these last few months since returning, it’s a wonder I’m even here rescuing her ass. You’d think she’d be a little more grateful.
