Page 47 of Bleed Me

“How’d you do it?”

Light brown eyes looked to a sunbeam slipping through the branches above. “She takes a pill every night before bed. Once a week, I get her drunk. While she sleeps, I throw that night’s pill away. In the morning, I tell her she took it.”

“You what?”

We both jumped and looked behind me to see Justice. Ah, shit.

“Babe—”

She held up a hand. “Brat, have you purposely knocked up a bunny?”

With a regret that was clearly tragic, he shook his head no. “It hasn’t worked so far, but yes, I tried.”

I grabbed my chest! “Oh, thank God! Then you’re in the clear!” I chuckled. “Besides being an asshole and all. Huh. Maybe we don’t have to…” My words slowed “…even… tell… her…” to a stop as two sets of eyes stared at me, waiting for me to understand. I was missing a huge part of this travesty. I stumbled back. “Oh, no.”

Justice rushed a prayer she hadn’t even had the chance to pray. “Did you use a condom?”

My eyelids slid shut. “No… neither time.”

When I opened my eyes again, Justice was holding her crystal, her lips moving in silence. Then she looked to Brat as if seeing a glimmer of hope. “Maybe the pill is still in her system. How long have you been a douchebag?” It took courage for him to finally lift his hand to hold up four fingers. She quietly squawked, “Months?”

It was in slow motion, but he nodded.

Hope disappeared from her eyes, replaced by rage. Her jaw ticked. “I should shoot you where you stand. That bunny is not solely yours. How the fuck am I to bring this to the table? You know what’s happening tonight.”

He nodded again. “I’m so sorry.”

As the gate rolled open off in the distance, for the abundance of approaching motorcycles, I asked, “Wait. What’s happening tonight?” I was bolder with Justice. I dared to ask her questions.

She watched as all the Stallions’ chapters piled into the compound. There were so many of them that they came all the way to where we were standing for parking. What the fuck is going on?

A biker got off his bike and hugged Justice, asking, “This him?” He pointed to me. “My new Stallion Brother?”

Ah, shit.

In the Pasture—Stallions’ field behind the clubhouse—with possibly three-hundred bikers watching, Steel Stallions’ Chaplain patched me into a club that constantly stood by my side, even though I came with more baggage than most. With my vest now reading Member, 1%, I stood on one side of the bonfire. Music blared and beers were consumed all around Justice and me as she stood on the other side of the blaze, staring at me.

I tapped my chest. Right here.

Struggling to stay composed, she tapped her chest.

What did life have in store for me now? I was starting to just not care. It was becoming harder and harder to deny my feelings for the female biker, who was stronger than the strongest. I never asked why she fucked Art, and she never asked why I fucked Sapphire. It didn’t matter, because what we cared about most was the fact that we weren’t fucking each other.