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Her tongue peeks out and slides across her perfectly painted red bottom lip, then she smirks again. She is enjoying this wholly.
“Me, us, women who are here for the sole purpose of fucking and sucking the men of the Dark Horse MC. I won’t talk to you again, not if you’re claimed, but know that your man will come to me when he needs something you can’t or won’t provide, and I’ll be more than happy to fulfill that. I’ve already done it about a million times. And I’ll do it a million more.”
“You’re telling me this because?” I ask.
She moves toward the door, but she doesn’t turn her back to me, not yet, at least. Her eyes find mine. They search my own, and then she lets out a soft laugh. “I just think that you should be aware. This is the world you’re in, babe. It’s a hard fuckin’ pill to swallow.”
Poison turns and saunters out of the room, her hips swaying exaggeratedly with each step she takes until she turns the corner and disappears.
I don’t move.
I’m not sure I can.
I’m not quite sure what happened here, but it seems as though I’ve just been told by that woman that she intends to sleep with Elvis, and she doesn’t care that I exist. In fact, I’m just supposed to accept it?
Wow.
I think not.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
KING
My mother’s home hasn’t changed.
I’m not sure why I thought they had moved since I left. I should have known better. They don’t have any money to do shit. To move, to do anything. Unless they get thrown out, they’ll probably die in that shithole.
It’s almost as if, standing here in front of their house, time has completely and totally stood unmoving. It’s the exact same as it was the day I walked out that front door two decades ago and never looked back.
“You sure you want to do this? It’s just money, and we wrote that shit off on our taxes with that party,” Gnaw murmurs. “It’s not worth it if it’s going to upset you.”
There is silence, mainly because I don’t respond immediately. Instead, I continue to stare straight ahead at the house. Then, slowly, I turn my head and look at Gnaw. Giving him my attention for a moment. He’s watching me, the concern clear on his face. Smiling, I shrug a shoulder.
“Don’t give a fuck about taxes, but the party was good. And I feel great. This is about them trying to get away with something they damn well should not have. Again. Enough is enough. It’s time I stand up for myself and, most importantly, my club.”
Without another word, I take one step forward, then another. I don’t stop until I’ve pushed open the unlocked front door and waltzed inside my childhood hell. The house hasn’t changed even a bit. There is still shit everywhere. Boxes of trash, bags, and the furniture is still ratty and a fucking mess.
And then there are my mom and stepdad.
They look old as fuck, haggard and tired, sitting in the exact same positions they always have. My stepfather’s body makes a dent in his recliner and my mother’s ass makes an indent in the corner cushion of the floral sofa.
Not a single thing has fucking changed.
Slowly, almost as if they physically move in slow motion, they simultaneously turn their heads to face me. Their eyes find mine, and I watch as recognition, then hatred, crosses their features. Though they have no reason to hate me, that’s who they are. They don’t make a single move further. Their eyes just remain focused on mine.
“So you lost the bar?” I ask.
“Who the fuck wants to know?” My stepfather asks, his tone sounding almost accusatory.
I smirk. “You know who I am, so cut the shit. I got three kegs that couldn’t be delivered, and you didn’t have the decency to call your vendors?”
My mother shrugs, then decides she’s going to stand to her feet. She takes a step forward, then another until she’s just out of reaching distance from me, but if I wanted to lunge forward, I could get to her, especially since her reflexes are slow as fuck.
“We lost our bar, our livelihood, and you come in here to rub our noses in it. You’re the same selfish little fuckhead brat you’ve always been, aren’t you?”
“Rub your noses in it?” I ask. “Fuck no. I honestly don’t give a fuck what you do. What I give a fuck about is my money.”
