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“Uh, I wouldn’t say that,” he replied. “Actually, I just met her and Mary yesterday. Came in here to see my girl, found out she was cheating, and she wasn’t even the girl she claimed to be. Bit.ch literally stole Mary’s whole life and fed it to me like it was her own. Fu.cking wild. Got the bit.ch fired after all the drama unfolded.”
That’s… interesting.
“Anyway,” Shadow continued. “I got Mary’s number, since she’s apparently the actual girl of my dreams. We been textin’, and I bet she would love to hook her loner friend up with a biker.”
“Loner?” I blurted, confused.
Bly always hated being alone. She never wanted space, never complained that all of us were too much for her. If anything, I think she would have been glued to us 24/7 if she was able to be.
“That’s what Mary said last night when she told me that she finally got Bly to go get a drink with her,” he said with a shrug. “Tried to get them to come to the clubhouse and party since you guys came down for some fun and business. Mary thought it was too soon though.”
I looked at Blythe again. She was on the other side of the restaurant, definitely avoiding me. I knew she recognized me, but I just walked past her. Honestly, I had no idea what to do and that’s never happened to me before. I always know what to do. That’s why I’m the prez.
What do I do now though? Blythe is here, right within my reach. I’m still pi.ssed at her, and I know the others are too. Except Dragon and C.G. If they find out she’s here, they’ll come for her, even if it means leaving the club.
But Blythe didn’t come back home. She ran away. She broke her promises and took off to have a new life.
Looking at her now, I can see how well she’s aged. She looks skinnier, which pi.sses me off, but she looks… tougher too. Her curves have filled out more than nicely. I’ve never seen such a perfect body. She just needs to eat more.
Her hair is up in a messy bun and I wonder if she’s kept it long like it was before. Those cobalt eyes were still as electric as ever, but the dark circles under them told of her exhaustion. That surprised look on her face when she saw me, the way that her hand gripped the coffee pot… She was scared of me, but why?
Something ain’t adding up here, and I need to make a decision about what to do next.
“So, want me to put in a good word for you?” Shadow asked again.
Blythe went behind the counter and the man who I think runs this sh.ithole started yelling at her. I was waiting for the tears to fall, and I knew I’d get up and threaten the motherfu.cker. Just like when we were kids. Bly was sensitive, and only ever had a backbone when it came to people she was comfortable with.
However, Bly turned and put the jacka.ss in his place. I had no idea what was being said, but body language said a lot. Bly wasn’t taking his sh.it and the motherfu.cker apparently didn’t have a choice but to shut his mouth. Then Bly rolled her eyes and went back to taking care of her customers.
That was interesting. Very unlike Bly. The one that I used to know anyway.
“No,” I finally responded to Shadow. “We’re leaving tonight anyway.”
So, I’ll just take her with me.
Blythe’s P.O.V.
By the time my shift was over, I was exhausted. I tried asking Mary if I could stay to help her close, but she insisted I leave. It was my shift to close with her anyway, but since we were dead, and I had been there literally all day, she practically pushed me out the door.
The walk home was silent and cold. I hate the cold. It’s so different from Sunny California. However, the way I practically jogged home had me staying warm. Or maybe that was the nerves getting to me.
I hurried inside my shitty apartment building. The walls are so thin that I could hear people screaming, fighting, and fucking on my way to the third floor. I unlocked my door, looked around to make sure no one was following me, and then ducked inside. I locked the door and immediately started to get things together.
I just have to throw the few things that aren’t in my duffle bag in there, grab my toothbrush and a few other things, get Butter all set, and leave. I can put some blankets in Butter’s cat-carrier so he’s comfortable. He’s going to hate it, but hopefully he won’t bother the other patrons on the bus too much.
“Wait, can I even take a cat on the bus?” I muttered to myself.
Sh.it, I should have thought about that. Maybe I can splurge for a taxi instead. I’ll just ask-
“Actually, I don’t think you can.”
I dropped the cat-carrier that I was holding at the sound of someone else’s voice. It clattered to the ground, but I didn’t dare move. I couldn’t even breathe. I knew that voice. It was a voice I had heard so many times. One of the voices I dream about almost every single night.
This can’t be happening to me. Why is he here? How did he find me? How the hell did he get into my apartment?
I heard heavy boots walking towards me, followed by another pair. I silently cursed myself for thinking that Kylian really didn’t recognize me. I should have known that he did.
Still, I didn’t think he would just show up here.
My hands were shaking when Kylian bent down to pick up the cat-carrier. He set it on my bed, which was just a mattress on the floor. He was looking at me, but I just stared at his chest, too afraid to look at him or even breathe.
Once again, I was faced with the cut laying on his thick body. Jesus, he’s gotten bigger since I last saw him. I guess he was only 17 back then, but still. He’s even taller now.
There was that crest though with the club’s name surrounding it. A black demon riding a bike, surrounded by flames. He has a few patches, but two stood out to me. One that says Prez, and one that says Karma.
Karma. That’s his road name. He got his road name. They all probably have.
This strange bittersweet feeling filled me. Tears pooled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wanted to ask so badly how he got his road name. I’d been dying to hear their stories for our whole lives, but then…
“You really did it,” I muttered, my eyes still on his road name patch.
Kylian said nothing and I refused to look at him.
“You plannin’ to run or something, Shortcake?” Chayton asked as he ruffled through my duffle bag. “Can’t believe you live in this fucking dump.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t care about the insult, and they knew that I was. I was running from them. They should be happy about that. They never wanted me anyway.
“Here I thought you’d grow up to wear granny panties,” Chayton teased as he pulled out a pair of my black lacy underwear.
I said nothing. Made no move. Gave no reaction.
I’m not sure what they want or what they’re doing here, but things are different now. I don’t trust them.
They don’t even like me. And the last time that I tried to get help from them… they sent me back to hell without a second glance.
“No blushing or scolding?” Chayton asked. When I was still silent, he got angry. “Well, this makes things easier for us.”
“Easier for you?” I asked, finally speaking.
Chayton smirked at me, but it was an evil smirk. A tingle shot through me that I wasn’t expecting. A feeling that I haven’t felt in years. One I certainly can’t trust based on past experiences.
Neither of them answered me though. They just stared at me while I looked between the two of them. My heart was racing so loudly I thought for sure that they could hear it.
