Smokey

Smokey

When I was nineteen, I married my high school sweetheart.
Against my family's wishes.
I thought I was doing the right thing,
I believed she would be the one and that I could learn to love her.
But I was wrong.
She turned out to be someone I didn't recognize.
I decided being single and living in the fast lane was best.
I was enjoying myself.
Until I bumped into her, into them.
It was then I realized what instant love was.
They were mine, and I was theirs; I just knew it.
But then our club was betrayed by someone we grew up with,
By our own VP, a role I had to take over.
We all had trust issues, and my new role took a toll on me.
I messed up.
I let someone whisper in my ear, and I pushed her away.
I hurt her and, in the process, lost them both.
I saw the error of my ways, but I was too late.
She met someone else, someone who thought he could be competition.
He was an idiot, and one thing is for sure.
They are mine, and he doesn't stand a chance.
Because, like it or not, I will get them back.
Even if it meant killing someone who threatens what's mine.


Olivia

Becoming a teen mom was never in my plans.
It was a surprise and damn, was I scared.
But once I held that baby in my arms, I knew I would be okay.
She’d become my everything, the reason why I got up in the morning.
I was happy with where I was despite things being hard.
I didn’t need a man or want one.
My girl was my sole focus.
Until she latches onto a brother from the local MC.
As soon as our eyes met, my body knew he was mine.
And my girl thought he was definitely hers.
I let myself fall; he became my person, he became hers.
Until he didn’t.
Until he hurt me, hurt her.
I walked away without looking back, adamant to move on.
I didn’t deserve his anger or his negative treatment, and neither did my daughter.
I didn’t deserve to be questioned when I gave him my heart.
Let him in our lives.
I planned to raise my girl and never see the tattooed biker again.
But he realized his mistake,
He wanted me back.
But what he didn’t realize was that I was a mama bear.
And I don’t give second chances.
It doesn’t matter if he’s sorry; it doesn’t matter if my heart needs him.
He hurt me.
I was done even though he wasn’t.
He was fighting dirty, pulling me closer when I tried to pull away.
He didn’t want to let me go and was willing to do anything to keep me, us.
Even if it meant killing.