Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,2

past.

Though it looked like my past wasn’t in my rearview like I thought.

Point was back in my face, and I knew I couldn’t run from him forever.

*

Chapter Two

Fool…

Point

“Stop staring at me.”

Kimber snapped her gum. “Not staring.”

“Babe,” Quinn growled.

“Don’t babe me, Quinn. I want answers, and Pointy is going to give them to me,” she insisted. “I haven’t told Fancy, Petra, or Queenie anything yet because I want to be able to give them the whole rundown, and I can’t do that if Pointy doesn’t give me the details.” She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge. “There’s nothing to tell. No details.” Not one damn thing to say.

“Right,” Kimber drawled. “Nothing to tell about you being married to the pretty news anchor and the fireworks that went off between you two.”

I popped the top on the beer and slammed the fridge. “There are no fireworks between Deedra and me.” Three years ago, there had been, but Deedra squashed the hell out of them when she walked out the door. “All of that is in the past.”

“But you’re still married?” Kimber asked.

I shrugged. “Legally, yeah. She never got around to filing the paperwork yet.”

When Deedra left, I had told her if she wanted a divorce, she was going to be the one to initiate it. I didn’t want it, so I wasn’t going to be the one to do all the work. Petty, but I was pissed off. Deedra hadn’t even offered me a chance to fix things or to give her a reason to stay. She was just gone.

“So, you’re married, but you’re here.” Kimber cleared her throat. “Living the biker life.”

“Kimber,” Quinn growled. “This isn’t any of your business,” he warned.

“Quinn,” she whined. “I don’t know Deedra, but there is a girl code I need to abide by.”

“I gave that woman the world, and she threw it in my face, Kimber. The girl code you speak of went out the window when she left her ring on the kitchen table with a note telling me she couldn’t stand to live with me anymore.” I chugged my beer and crushed the empty can in my hand. “Go tell your girls that and leave me alone.” I didn’t want to hang around to hear Kimber try to talk up Deedra. She didn’t know her like I did.

I pushed off the counter and stalked through the common room.

“Where you going?” Quinn called.

“Fucking out,” I growled. I walked out, tossed the crushed can in the dirt by the front door, and climbed on my bike.

For the second time in three years, I had watched my wife drive away from me. I didn’t need Kimber grilling me and insinuating that I was the reason why my marriage didn’t work, that I was the one who walked out.

Bull-fucking-shit.

Deedra was all I had three years ago. And then I had nothing but a bottle of whiskey. She left me, and I thankfully found the Kings of Vengeance when I was at my lowest.

The second I realized it was her; all of the feelings I thought had disappeared came roaring back. It was easy to convince yourself that you didn’t love someone anymore when you never saw them. But just a half a second of staring into Deedra’s hazy gray eyes was all it took for my heart to drop to my stomach…and I knew I still loved her. The woman who had stomped on my heart still owned me.

Fucking hell.

I cranked up my bike, knocked up the kickstand, and roared out of the parking lot.

My mind hated Deedra, but my heart still loved her.

I was a fucking fool.

*

Deedra

I grabbed the sweatshirt from the back of my closet and pulled shut the door.

The dark, faded brown, soft fabric felt like home in my hands.

Every night for two years, I slept like a baby in this sweatshirt. Point always gave me hell about stealing it from him, but he never took it away from me.

It had been petty of me to take it with me when I left, but I couldn’t part with it. Forcing myself to leave Point had been bad enough, but I couldn’t lose every part of him.

Those first few months after I left, I wore this thing all of the time. After a while, I weened myself from it, but I didn’t get rid of it. I couldn’t bear to. It was worn out and not even the same dark shade of brown it had