Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“I can’t be around him, Em. I can’t watch him take another girl to his room. Hell, next time he may double up with both Snapper and Gypsy.” I swipe angrily at the tears rolling down my cheek.
“What happens if he remembers? He’s not going to be okay with what he’s done.”
“I don’t know. I honestly don’t think I can move past this,” I admit. It makes me feel weak, unable to take an outside look at all the circumstances.
“You love him,” she says softly.
I laugh humorlessly at her words. “Pretty childish, huh? The teenager falls in love with the biker.”
She places her hand over mine. “There’s nothing childish about love, Khloe.”
I straighten and take a long look at her. Changing the subject I say, “There are only a few more days until my birthday. I think I’m going to leave, find my own way.”
Em shakes her head back and forth almost violently. “I don’t think running is the best answer. Believe me, I did it several times with Diego, and it never really works the way you want it to. We lost so much time together because of it.”
“I’m not leaving as an attempt to get him to chase me,” I whisper. “I’m leaving because I can’t stay here, feeling the way I do about him, knowing what he’s done. This is just my life, Em. The people I care for don’t stick around. I’m just trying to save myself a little bit of heartache.”
Chapter 32
Kid
I moan and reach up and hold my head as I roll over in bed. My fingers gingerly scan over the staples in my hairline. This is like all of the hangover with none of the fun. I crawl out of bed and head straight to the jeans I discarded last night. Grabbing the bottle of pills the hospital gave me for headaches, I pop one in my mouth.
I take another shower even though I had one right before bed last night. I don’t quite feel normal yet, and figure a shower may wash some of the unease away. I dread heading out to the kitchen to grab something to eat. I feel like I’ll be under a microscope; everyone watching me to see what the hell I’ll do next. I’m not a circus monkey and sure as shit I’m in no mood to perform for anyone.
The visions of the auburn-haired girl that hit me when I was balls deep in Snapper last night crept into my dreams as well. I make a plan to get to know her better; somehow make my dreams a reality. Surely, by the end of the weekend, she’ll be in my bed. Depending on how long she’s been here, it may have already happened. I hate that I may have had that beauty underneath me, and I can’t remember it. That would be a shame. The only bright side is possibly experiencing what I’m certain is a glorious pussy for the first time, again.
A knock at the door has me zipping my jeans and tugging a t-shirt over my head quickly.
Opening the door, I see Shadow standing on the other side.
“Hey, man. What’s up?” I ask walking back across the room to grab socks and my boots.
“I know you don’t remember, but you created a huge shit storm last night,” he says with anger.
“My mistake,” I say taken aback by his tone. “Believe me, if I’d known she was the Prez’s girl I would have never had my hands on her ass.”
“That’s only part of your fuck up, Kid.” He’s standing just inside the door with his arms crossed over his chest.
I shake my head in confusion. “What? Did you want Snapper last night? I don’t mind sharing. She loves that shit. You should’ve come in and joined the fun.” I chuckle. “I mean you would’ve had to hurry because I didn’t last for shit last night. Probably the damn meds they pumped me full of last night.”
He runs a rough hand over his face and sighs loudly. “You want to know why you blew it so fast last night, asshole? It’s because you haven’t laid a fucking finger on one of the girls in weeks.”
I roll my eyes at him. Yeah, right. I never go days without fucking, much less weeks.
“You know the other girl from last night? Khloe?”
“Is that her name?” I ask lacing up my boots.
He nods.
“What about her?”
“You guys have sort of a thing.” He answers.
“Like we fuck a lot?”
He looks like he wants to strangle me. “She’s seventeen, Kid.”
“What the fuck is a seventeen-year-old doing in this fucking clubhouse? Who thought for a second bringing her here and letting her spread her god damned legs was a good idea?” I’m pissed. We don’t allow kids in the clubhouse. The only time they’ve ever been is for BBQ’s and such.