her hips faster.
She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t tell Sasha I’m standing here. Instead, she continues to ride Wyatt’s face, making a show of how much she’s enjoying it.
All of this happens in a matter of seconds. I don’t make a sound. They don’t hear my heart shatter into a million pieces. They don’t hear me sob as I turn and bolt down the hallway.
I knew Wyatt was around women all the time at the club, including Layla, and it’s no secret she and I don’t get along. Hell, it’s been the cause of a lot of our quarrels. But I never believed in a million years he would betray me like this.
“What happened?” Kasey probes, her face twisted in anger and confusion as I approach.
I push past her, rushing toward the door. “I want to get out of here.”
“Shelby!” she calls out, scrambling to keep up with me. “Shelby, wait! What’s going on?”
Tears pour down my cheeks like a waterfall as I make my way to her car. Pressing my hands against my belly, I think of my tiny peanut, and how Wyatt’s betrayed us both.
The locks click when Kasey presses the button and I climb inside, wiping my hot tears on my sleeves.
“What the fuck is going on? What did that asshole do?” she asks as she settles herself behind the wheel.
The pain in my chest has me gasping for breath between sobs. “Just get me out of here, Kase, please?”
When her warm hand lands on mine, I turn and look her in the eyes when she assures, “Shelby, I’ve got you.”
Hashtag
If you had asked me where I saw myself after graduating high school, I’d never had said being a member of an MC. I was destined for a nine-to-five life. But, when a friend hooked me up with Judge for a job, it all just kind of happened. One little hacking job turned into two, then to prospecting. Now, two years later, I’m a full member.
Fuck, it feels good to finally have my member patch stitched to my cut.
A culmination of two years—two hard fucking years—of grunt work for the members had paid off. If I never see another dirty bike with a bucket and a toothbrush again, I’ll die a happy damn man.
The last few years haven’t been without personal sacrifices. Shelby, my girlfriend, had been along for the ride. All throughout high school, she was right by my side. When I missed classes to do shit for the club, she helped me catch up on any work I’d missed. When I had to cancel a date at the last minute, she never got upset with me. This woman gave her all to help me succeed. Had it not been for a shared detention period, the two of us may have never met in the first place.
I was the bad boy she couldn’t resist, and she was the good girl I corrupted. She grew up surrounded by a big family and old money, whereas I bounced around from foster home to foster home until I turned eighteen. No longer the state’s problem, I was out on my ass without a second thought. We’re as opposite as you can get, but we work.
When the MC came into my life, I would never have imagined how much it would appeal to me. I wish I could say the same about Shelby, though, as it’s always been a struggle for her. How she ended up with a guy like me, I’ll never know. But that woman is my fucking everything.
Her sacrifices for me end tonight.
This party isn’t just about me—it’s about us. I may be a full member, but I plan to make her my old lady in front of the club tonight. More than that, really, but the second half of our night would be away from the eyes of the club. The ring has been burning a hole in my pocket since I picked it up this morning from the pawnshop. The owner, Bobby, offered to let me do a little side work to pay for it.
“Looks like you’ve already been celebrating, enjoying your party and what club life has to offer already. I like the enthusiasm.” Judge’s voice echoes from the doorway of my new room at the clubhouse, his massive arms crossed in front of his equally massive chest. Stepping into the room, he spies the large set of boxes near the desk I’d moved in earlier today. “The fuck is all this?”
“My computer.”
His brow arches