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I backed away and shook my head, feeling drunker and higher than I had in my entire life. This girl tore me down somehow, and I couldn’t let that happen. I was fucking Saint. I ran The Strip with my boys. No one and I meant no one, especially not some tiny fuse from my past with rage issues and a fat ass, would break me.
“What the fuck, man? You just going to let her take your cash like that?” Joker asked at my side.
I shook my head. “Nah. I got something for her ass,” I said, knowing the only thing I wanted to give her at this second was every hard inch hiding behind my zipper.
I watched as the car she was riding in pulled away, knowing she had won that round. But if I ever ran into her again, I would go down swinging. I would get the last word the next time Princess Victoria graced me with her presence.
The night felt altered after she left. Even though I had too much to drink, I raced several times and doubled the money I had lost to Trooper and Tori. Still, I remained angry. Once we were back at the house partying with our people, I tried to forget her, but it was hard. My body had responded to her, and I was confused by that.
“So what’s with the girl?” Skull asked from my side.
I hadn’t even realized he stood near me.
He drank a beer … nothing hard. I had seen Skull drunk many times, but these days, he only allowed himself a buzz. I understood as I looked across the room and Everly smiled back at us. He didn’t drink and do drugs the way he used to because he had precious cargo. He abstained to keep Everly safe.
“What girl?” I answered his question with a question, trying to play dumb.
It didn’t work. Skull wasn’t stupid, and he knew me well.
“How do you know her?” He ignored my attempt to act like I didn’t know who he was talking about.
I wasn’t sure what it was. Perhaps it was the alcohol I had consumed, or maybe it felt safe to open up to Skull since he wasn’t as anti-woman as Joker and Crow. As far as Joker was concerned, women were only good for a wet, warm hole, and while Crow got plenty of pussy, he never really talked to women. Skull loved Everly. He would understand my dilemma. I found myself opening my mouth and letting words fall out.
“I know her from my past,” I answered.
He nodded and took a swig from his beer. He smiled at Everly from across the room before continuing his unpressured questioning.
“You fucked her?”
I shook my head. “Nah, my aunt used to be engaged to her father.”
He looked over at me, and I didn’t miss the second when his calm composure slipped, and his eyes widened a bit. Joker and I never talked about what happened with Joker’s dad, but Skull and Crow knew the basics. They knew the man who killed Joker’s dad was engaged to my aunt. They knew I lived with my aunt and her fiancé, and they knew Joker and I testified against him before we took to the streets.
“Damn,” he said, taking another pull from his beer.
Skull wouldn’t push for more but would listen if I wanted to talk, which I didn’t. Still, I knew his brain was working, and he was putting the pieces together and trying to figure out the situation.
Thankfully, Everly came over and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling his attention away from me. He kissed the top of her head sweetly and grinned.
“Are you ready to go, babe?” he asked.
She nodded and looked up at him with a flirty smile. She wanted to get laid.
Skull turned his attention to me, his knowing eyes scanning my face. “If you need to talk…”
I nodded. “I appreciate it.”
We hugged it out, and they said their goodbyes before leaving. I pushed the earlier events from my mind and focused on having a good time with everyone at the house. But I was relieved when the party wound down, and everyone started leaving. It was the second time I wasn’t in the mood to party, and again, it was thanks to Tori.
AS TIME PASSED, I simmered on low, waiting to boil over onto Tori. She had embarrassed me in front of my boys. She had made me feel small in my kingdom. It was something I couldn’t forgive, so I waited until I could see her face again. I ran how I would rip her apart through my mind to appease my rage.
I spent my weekends at The Strip and my weeks slinging dope. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I scanned the crowd, looking for Victoria no matter what I was doing. I was hungry for a fight—ready to trash her—to put her back in her place.
Three weeks passed without a hint of Tori. We were at The Strip, and I was relieved to be back in my domain as I pulled up to the starting line and parked. Revving my engine and getting ready to take a newbie’s money, I scanned the space around me again when my eyes caught on a familiar blond. I couldn’t think of her name, but I had seen her around with Tori. She was the same one who had tried to get Tori to leave during our last standoff. If the blonde was there, I was sure Tori was, too.
I scanned the crowd, looking for the familiar dark locks of the Princess I loved to hate and hoping I would finally get my moment for revenge. My eyes were glued to the sidelines, and I was so stuck on making her pay for my discomfort that I wasn’t paying attention to the race. The gun exploded, signaling the start, and I took off a whole bike’s length behind the newbie. Once again, Victoria fucking Walsh had managed to fuck me over.
I bent over my rocket, slicing through the wind and doing all I could to compensate for my mishap. Thankfully, I pulled ahead of the newbie just in time for my front tire to catch the finish line before his. Even though I was pissed I had almost lost, I pocketed his six hundred dollars. It should have been an easy win. I should have been so far ahead of him that all he saw were my glowing neons in the smoke I left behind, but no. Thanks to Victoria, I once again looked like a punk bitch in my kingdom.
