Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
If I had to walk into a house and socialize with guys that had the glorious opportunity to have their mouths on her pussy, I wouldn’t even be able to be civil. I’m furious now just knowing that her piece of shit husband has had his fill over the last however many years.
“I can’t change my past any easier than you can, Em.”
She ignores my last statement and turns back toward the door. “Get your shit together Diego, and clean your house before you come over here wanting anything from me.”
I wince when the screen door slams behind her. Pissed beyond anything I’ve ever felt before, I turn back to my bike, but stop and twirl back around when I hear the door open again.
Doc, not Emmalyn, is standing on the front porch and the split second of excitement that she’d changed her mind falls away.
“Sorry to disappoint,” he says with a light laugh.
“I’m glad you find this amusing,” I hiss out. I’m in no mood for his shit tonight either.
“She planning on staying with you guys?” Translation, has she said anything about leaving town?
“She’ll be here,” he says simply.
“You know what that means,” I tell him.
“Rose is already clearing out the second guest bedroom for Kid.” He knows me so well.
I nod at him and make my way back to my bike. I drive off with more restraint than I feel and turn toward my house rather than the clubhouse. If she’s here, there’s no reason for me to be there.
Chapter 21
Emmalyn
Waking up and finding Kid sitting at the kitchen table in Rose and Doc’s house doesn’t surprise me at all. I give him a weak smile and begin to make myself a cup of coffee. My face hurts, and I know I look terrible. No matter how hard I tried not to let Diego affect me, I couldn’t keep the tears from falling last night when he left.
I watched from the window as the taillight of his motorcycle disappeared down the driveway. I was so mad at him when I came back into the house, but that didn’t stop the dread that settled in my gut as the tiny red light got smaller and smaller. Somehow over the last couple of weeks, I’d grown to like him. He was the constant in my life, even when he was gone. He was my hero of sorts; the catalyst that helped me get away from Bobby. He was the beginning of my journey in finding myself.
Maybe the pain I feel is more the disappointment I have in myself for thinking he could be different. I know he’s different than Bobby, but I’d hoped he’d be different than stereotypical bikers. The image of rough and tumble men drinking loudly and putting their hands on any and every woman who was within arm’s reach came to mind. As the President of the MC, he’d get first pick, always. It doesn’t matter that he may want to pick me now; he’d eventually grow bored, especially considering that he’d have a buffet line of women to choose from. Why settle for one woman when he could have a plethora of them at his beck and call?
“Emmalyn?” I turn my head back to Kid and realize he’s been talking to me.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” I sit down beside him at the table and blow the steam from my coffee cup.
“I asked you how long you plan to punish him for something he had no control over?” Kid isn’t usually serious about anything, so his words are sobering.
I blow on my coffee again and take a tentative sip, taking a moment to actually consider his question. My feelings were hurt yesterday when I walked into the room and found Bunny in his bed when I’d expected it to be Diego in the room. My plans to run to him and wrap my arms around his neck were thwarted by a skinny tramp taking up residence in his bed.
I acted on instinct. I escaped from the situation that was causing me pain, albeit, emotional rather than physical this time.
“I can’t be like one of those girls at the club,” I tell him honestly.
“Has he ever even implied he wanted you to act anything like the other girls at the club?”
I don’t answer the rhetorical question, but his outside view of the situation is spot on. I realize how childish I was last night. Diego had no control over Bunny, and although I have no proof, I’m pretty certain he hadn’t planned on her being there. It’s not like he made arrangements for her to be naked on his bed when he got home.
“I can’t be around Bunny. She’s vile.”
“I agree,” he begins, “but don’t shut him out because that woman has some false sense of ownership on him.”