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If she took me to the clubhouse tonight, I would be in big trouble. Because he would surely be there. I shook my head. I would not think about him. Not tonight, anyway. And if he was there, then I would just ignore him like I had done the dozens of times I’d been to the clubhouse. Yeah, and how’s that working for you? I wasn’t even going to unpack the reasons behind why she wanted to have a girls' night out right now. It may be because of a certain other biker that was a complete asshole to her. I quickly shut down that line of thinking.
Lexie and I had been friends for forever. At least, since my father had worked for the Devil’s Carnage MC as their cleaner. Our association continued once I had taken over the business when my father retired.
I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. Lexie would be here any minute and I still had my makeup to do. While applying the final touches to my green eyes, I step out of my comfort zone and try a warm golden tone, which is not my typical choice.
During a previous visit with Lexie, she and I went shopping one day, and she talked me into buying it because she said it looked great on me. I must admit, it made my green eyes pop.
The loud buzz of my phone with an incoming message, made me startle. Thinking it was Lexie letting me know she was out the front waiting, I grabbed it to check, only to find that it wasn’t Lexie but Caleb. The thought of my husband sent a shiver down my spine. And not in a good way.
Don’t get me wrong, the first few years of our marriage were perfect. Or what I felt was perfect, since it had been my first and only marriage, and I had no other marriages to compare it to. But you get the drift. Then things changed. And he wasn’t the attentive, caring man he made himself out to be in the beginning.
Why don’t you just leave? I hear you ask. Easier said than done when he threatens everyone near and dear to me if I even think of leaving him. But that’s something I’m going to have to consider soon, if things continue to get any worse.
My throat constricts, and my stomach dips when I read the message.
Caleb: I’ll be home around midnight. You leave the house, I’ll know.
Shit! I frown, biting down on my bottom lip. His warning is clear, how does he even know I’m going out? The only reason I agreed to go out with Lexie and Sage, her sister tonight, was because he wasn’t home. He was supposed to be working on a big case. Which meant I'd be free for a few hours longer than normal. Or that’s what he told me anyway, but I knew the truth.
He had some woman on the side. He’d taken great satisfaction in telling me about her the times he would beat me. Telling me how much better she was, how she wasn’t a wet fish in bed.
I thought about calling Lexie to cancel, but straightened my shoulders, and lifted myself up to my full height, which wasn’t that much to begin with at five foot five; deciding I wasn’t going to do that.
No, come what may, I was determined to go out tonight. There will be no cancelling. He could just fuck right off. I’ll take my punishment, he doesn’t hit anywhere people can see the bruises, anyway.
I knew I would probably pay for my insolence, but I would worry about that later. Tonight, I was going to let my hair down. Consequences be damned. I would just pretend I was called into work if he called me or texted.
With my mind made up, I grabbed my black leather jacket, and slipped my feet into my favorite pair of black leather booties with three-inch kitten heels. They probably weren’t appropriate for riding on a motorcycle, but I was going to wear them, anyway.
Just as I collected my purse and keys, I heard the distinct sound of Lexie’s Harley rolling down the quiet suburban street, and giggled when I thought of all the hoity toity neighbors probably about to have a conniption. Especially when they discovered it was a girl on the bike.
I quickly locked up, and waved as she came to a stop, walking hurriedly towards her. She saw me, and let out a whistle as I rolled my eyes at her.
“If I wasn’t batting for the other team, I’d definitely tap that.” Lexie says, motioning towards me as I came to a stop and I couldn’t help but to hug her. Until this very moment, I didn’t realize how much I missed her, and I knew we were going to have a great time. She threw a red helmet at me which matched her own, as well as the motorcycle.
“Where are we going?” I ask, tying the strap under my chin, and climbed on behind her.
“Woo-hoo, if Riggs and Chains could see us now. They’d be coming in their pants seeing the two of us on one sled.” Again, I rolled my eyes, though couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well, it’s lucky that they aren’t here.” I tell her.
“Who says they’re not?” She shoots back. “Now get on. We’ve got some mischief to make.” I really didn’t like the sound of that. What I should’ve done was throw the helmet back at her and turn on my heel back inside the house. But I did none of that, and silently berated myself as I slid on behind her, wrapped my arms loosely around her waist, and waited for her to pull the throttle, signalling that we were off.
For the rest of the ride, I stayed quiet. We couldn’t hold a conversation over the noise of the engine, anyway. My nerves shot when we stopped in front of a nondescript building with people lining up out front to get in, the name Cinnamon in bright lights flashing above—doof doof music playing loudly on the inside, I finally released the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
I slid off the bike after Lexie, and watched her as she ran her fingers through her short, spiky hair. Looking at me as though she knew what I was thinking. Crossing her arms over her chest, she smirked.
“You didn’t think I’d take you back to the clubhouse, did you?”
“Well, I did actually.” I admitted reluctantly.
“We’re going in there, we’re going to ignore the alpha holes, and have a few drinks, dance and have a great time,” she tells me, grabbing my hand. That's when I take in her appearance for the first time. She’s the definition of biker babe, with her silver blonde short spikey hair, a little longer in the front. A black tank top that was plastered against her slim stomach and small breasts, a pair of black leather pants, and heavy biker boots on her feet completed the look. She was a badass, and I wished I was more like her.
I was only of average height, but Lexie stood a couple of inches shorter than me, maybe five foot three at most. Yet, she carried herself as if she were ten feet tall.
Instead of lining up, like I expected, she led the way right up to the front of the line, gave the bouncer at the door a wink, and walked straight in without another word.
“What the hell was that, Lexie?” I demand, letting go of her hand, not realizing that I was standing in the middle of the football field sized dance floor. Finally, the music breaking through my confusion. It’s then Sage walks up to us, and I force a smile in greeting as we hug. Even though the two other women are sisters, they couldn’t be more different if they tried. Of course, they were only half sisters, since Lexie came to live with the club when she was only a child after the death of her mother, who was a club girl.
