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Chapter 1

This mother fucker. I paced back and forth as my hands flew around, trying to keep the volcano at bay inside of me. Dusty Parker could get under my skin in ten seconds flat just by looking at me. The same way he was looking at me now, sitting on the end of the bed with no care in the world with his cocky eyebrow raised, and his stupid grin.

“What is the matter with you?!” My voice rose several octaves as I stared down at him. I was so mad that I shook to my core.

“There isn’t anything wrong with me, but I can’t say the same thing for you.” Dusty laughed.

His words hit me like a freight train before I lost all control and lunged at him. I tackled him to the bed before I began to hit him. Over and over and over. He did this to me. He brought the monster out. I normally lost my temper far too often and without thinking things through, I threw the first punch. But as I hit this prick, all he could do was laugh and it only threw gasoline on the raging inferno inside.

“Babe, babe,” he laughed, “relax!”

But I didn’t. I didn’t relax at all as my fists connected with Dusty’s rock hard abs and chest. He grinned up at me as I went to strike him there next, but he grabbed my wrist and flung me to my back. He pinned me beneath his strong body as I tried to wrestle free.

I hated him at that moment. How dare he take control when he was the one who needed to be punished! He was always doing this; taking control until he had me all sweaty and wanting more right before he put his pants back on and left me alone.

“Dusty, you need to get off of me in five seconds, or…”

“Or what?” He smirked down at me, running a finger down along my throat and toward my cleavage as I sucked in a breath.

“Dusty, don’t,” I warned as I tried to control the new fire burning deep inside.

Get your shit together, Kidd!

I couldn’t and wouldn’t let him win this time, no matter how much he affected me.

“Why are you fighting this?” His sandy, lust-filled voice made me shiver.

Damn him and all his maleness!

He was sexy, I’d give him that, but he was irresistible to all women, and that’s how I fell into his trap all those years ago. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Throw in his five o’clock shadow, tatted-up body, and aqua blue eyes, and he was poisonous; especially to me.

“You know why I’m fighting this,” I growled as I tried to squirm free once again.

His stupid grin was back as his eyes traveled down my neck, sending chills over my body as it betrayed me.

“Tell me,” he whispered as his eyes filled with a brazen promise.

“Missy. Wilson,” I replied with a clipped tone, making sure he heard the venom in my voice.

He physically flinched at her name and looked back down at me.

“Awe, come on, babe. Everyone’s had Missy,” he laughed.

“So, if everyone jumped off a bridge to sudden death, you’d do it too?” I cocked an accusing brow at him, waiting for his stupid reply that I knew was coming.

“If I had to for one of my brothers, then hell yes.”

A single tear slid down my face as I looked away from him. That was the last thing I wanted to hear from him, but I knew it was inevitable. He was an MC’er through and through.

“Get off of me.” My voice cracked as I kept my gaze away from him.

Dusty lifted himself off of me, but I couldn’t move. I wanted him to fuck off so I could roll up into a ball and cry my eyes out.

“She’s just the bar whore, babe. She means nothing to me.”

“Go tell it to someone who cares, because I don’t anymore.” I sat up, holding my knees to my chest as the sensation of defeat washed over me.

Dusty tried to touch me but I smacked his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I hissed.

“Babe, you’re being ridiculous. None of the other old ladies get this upset over a fuck.”

I whipped my gaze to him, and if looks could kill, he’d be dead a thousand times.

“That’s where you’ve fucked up, Dusty. I’m not like any of them! And if you think I can forgive and forget, then you’re sorely mistaken.”


“I said get the fuck out, Dusty.”

He stared at me for a long moment as I tore my gaze from his once more. I couldn’t look at him, afraid that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stand my ground. My heart was aching in the dreadful silence between us as I felt like my life was being turned upside down and twisted sideways. This wasn’t how I pictured my life going at all.

Dusty gave out a breath and finally turned and left, leaving me to my demons.

I hated this. I hated knowing what this did to me. Every silent moment that passed fed my anger, and when I heard Dusty’s motorcycle roar to life and he tore out of my driveway like a bat out of hell, I lost it.

Grabbing the nearest thing - which was my favorite lamp - I threw it against the bedroom wall and screamed at the top of my lungs. I had so much rage inside that I shook as hot tears rolled down my face.

I couldn’t keep living like this day after day; loving a man who didn’t love me back.

I was done.

Flying into the clubhouse parking lot, I was glad to see that Dusty’s bike wasn’t here as I jumped out of the car. I stormed into the clubhouse and noticed how everyone froze to stare at me.

Then I saw the one person I didn’t want to see: Missy Wilson. She was behind the bar, but when she saw me, she lost the color in her face and stepped back a few feet. If I wasn’t on a mission, her head would be bashed into that bar in five seconds flat.

“Anyone seen Danny?” I took a deep breath and tore my gaze from Missy before I changed my mind and leaped over the bar.

Aaron, the club’s prospect, stood up from his barstool and handed me a beer.

“I think he’s in the back.”

I gladly took the beer from Aaron, nodded, and then headed toward the back of the clubhouse. Once I was out of sight, I heard the voices from the bar start back up. I knew they were all talking about me, but at this point, I didn’t give two shits. Let them talk.

For as long as I could remember, the clubhouse had been like a second home to me. If I wasn’t actually at home, I was here. My dad used to bring me here when my mom was having one of her famous meltdowns, or as Dad would say, “Feeling sick.” Now that I was older, I knew what my mom’s meltdowns were. She had suffered addiction all of her life, and still did to this day.

It was the reason I had my own apartment at the young age of seventeen-years-old, and I’d been on my own ever since. I liked to believe my dad did it because he loved me and wanted to keep me from seeing all of that, but I was never sure. He never said as much.

I tapped on Danny’s door, waiting for his reply before I cracked it open and peeked in. This was his studio and the clubhouse’s personal tattoo parlor. Danny, who was the vice-president and my dad’s best friend, was also like a grandpa to me. He was there the day I was born, and every day since.

“Who needs ink?” Danny shouted.

I stuck my head in further and smiled when I saw him leaning over a lit up artist’s board, working on someone’s next piece of ink.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He grinned from ear to ear. “What can I do for you, sugar?”

“I need some ink.”

Danny did the best work in three states. The only way for me to relax and get things off my chest was a good old tattoo session with Danny. I got my stress released by the pain of the needle and then I would have a therapy session with him. I could tell him anything.

“Uh-oh, what’s got you down?” Danny asked.

He always knew why I was here, knowing I got ink anytime I was angry; which was a lot because I was covered in ink. Pretty soon, I’d run out of space.

I sighed as I slid into the room, shutting the door behind me. “I need some advice, Danny.”

He rolled over to the tattoo bench and pointed before he began sterilizing his tray. As I slid onto the bench and laid my head back, I had to bite my tongue before I started crying. I hated showing emotions and hated crying in front of anyone. For fuck’s sake, I was the president’s daughter! I couldn’t cry!

“I’m sure you’ve already heard. It seems the rest of the damn club already does…”

Danny studied me for a long moment before he spoke softly. “That boy loves you, you know that.”

I laughed. “Love. What the hell does that word even mean around here? You love someone when you fuck another woman? Because if that’s the case, I’m out. I don’t want love.”

“We’re a different breed, Evie, you know that. I’ve watched you grow up and I know how different you are. You’re a different kind of old-lady, and I don’t think Dusty knows that yet.”

“Well, he won’t ever know it…” I turned to him and sighed. “I ended things today.”

Danny nodded. “You’re tough, and you’ll get through this.”



“Has Angel ever been upset at you for something like this?”

“Nope, because I’ve never cheated on Angel. We have an understanding and our views are much different than the younger generation of this club. Our bodies are for each other. Once we figured that out, we never had to worry about all that little shit.”

I let out another sigh. How is it that someone like Danny, who’s been in the club nearly his whole life, can be a good faithful man? But Dusty couldn’t? How can Dusty say I’m his old lady and throw around the L-word, but not show it or honor it?

“Don’t think about it too much, Kidd. Dusty is all male and he has a lot to figure out before he knows what he really wants out of an old lady.”

“Well, it won’t be from me,” I admitted.

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. “Are you telling me you’ve finally quit Dusty Parker?”

I bit my bottom lip and looked over at him. I told myself just a few hours ago that I was done. Dusty Parker could go fuck himself, but now as I sat here getting ink, I wasn’t sure at all. How could I be? Dusty had been in my life since we were born. He’s the Sergeant at Arms for the club, and I was the Treasurer, we would always be in each other’s lives one way or another. I knew I was in trouble, but I was also determined to prove everyone wrong.

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