Page 42 of The Biker's Vow


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“You did the same thing, babydoll. Took Creed to my house and fucked him in my bed.”

“I’m not arguing about this. Like a broken pencil, it’s pointless.”

“Funny thing about pencils. They have erasers, because people aren’t perfect.”

“I’ll never be able to erase that image from mind. It’s seared there. A permanent scar.”

“So what? You can make mistakes, but I’m not allowed that same courtesy.”

“I didn’t say that. A mistake is like forgetting to grab something from the store. What you did was no mistake.”

“What was it you said about kissing T-bird? That you made one mistake. I think that’s what you’d call being a hypocrite.”

“I was honest. Told you that I wondered if there was more than friendship there. I didn’t do it behind your back. It wasn’t malicious or out of spite.”

“You’re right. This conversation is pointless.” I walk away before I say something I can’t take back.

“Everything cool?” Prodigy asks as I storm past him.

“Fucking peachy.”

“Slow down. Where’s the fire?” He jogs to catch up with me as I go off toward the pool to cool off.

“Don’t start with me. Your sister already busted my balls.”

“Take it easy on her.”

“I get she’s your sister and you’re looking out for her, but if you were really a good brother, she wouldn’t be here on the back of that punk ass Creed’s bike.”

“Hold the fuck up. You’re not going to take your bullshit out on me. You better pull your head out of your ass and wake up.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Forget it.”

“No. You’ve obviously got something to say to me.”

“You fucked up. I heard about what you did. What she walked up on. Not fucking cool, man. Ember deserves better.”

“And that’s Creed?”

“I don’t know, but it sure as fuck isn’t you right now. You swore to me that you’d treat her right.”

“Well, we can’t all be you, golden boy.”

He grabs his crotch. “Suck my dick.”

“Nah, it’s not big enough for me.” I shove him.

“Your fight isn’t with me. Unless you want it to be.” He shoves me back.

“Save it for the bedroom, boys,” Viking mutters as he approaches. “You’ve got eyes on you. Last thing Prez needs is you two making him look bad. Like he can’t control shit in his own house when he’s looking to get us away from the shit we’ve been contending with. He’s already pissed over that shit you pulled back in Arkansas.”

“Creed isn’t part of our club.”

“This isn’t about Creed. It’s about you acting stupid because you’ve always been on some fucking mission to ruin your life.”

“I don’t need this shit.”

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