Page 25 of Cruel Biker

Venom parked his truck and had to take care of some business. He’d given her his keys so she could take the truck back to the ranch.

She watched as people moved toward the table. She always loved feeding people. “I’m glad everyone wants to keep trying my food.” She reached into her bag. “Do you mind handing these out, and I will be back tomorrow to collect them?”

She heard a little moan and turned to see Kyle, trying to reach for one of the donuts she made. His little hand didn’t quite reach. Rather than be angry at seeing Bolt’s son, she moved forward and crouched down. “What are you after, little man?” she asked.

“A donut for me and my sisters,” he said.

“Where are your sisters?” Morwenna asked.

“Out in the yard.”

“Shouldn’t you be starting school soon?” she asked, ruffling her hand through his hair and frowning at how greasy it felt. She turned to look at Storm. “His hair is greasy.”

Storm let out a huff. “I’ll go and find Star.”

“When was the last time you had a bath, sweetheart?” she asked.

He shrugged. Morwenna felt her anger grow. Getting to her feet, she grabbed three donuts and made her way outside to the small park.

This didn’t hurt. She expected it to hurt, but the kids didn’t do anything wrong. They were just getting by with what they knew. There was a small picnic blanket on the ground, and the kids looked messy. The youngest was still in a diaper, and she smelled it the moment she got close. Handing each of them a donut, she offered them a smile.

“I’m Morwenna,” she said.

“Kyle.”

“That’s my name,” the little girl said.

She turned to the little girl. “Morwenna?”

“Yes, Daddy, I mean, Uncle Bolt, he said it’s a pretty name.” They all spoke in their childish way, but she could understand them.

Kyle was five, Morwenna four, and the baby was nearly two years old.

There was no pain as she looked at all three, and knew they were Bolt’s children.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Star asked, as she came storming across the parking lot.

Morwenna got to her feet, and Storm was not far behind.

“I was giving your children a donut.”

“You mean my and Bolt’s children.”

She knew that was meant to be a cruel jibe, and perhaps a few months ago, it would have hurt. Right now, it didn’t hurt. She was more disgusted with Star, as her lipstick was smudged. Her makeup was all smeared, and she was partly undressed.

“Fucking brats, get inside,” Star said, and she reached out as if to slap Kyle around the back of the head.

Morwenna grabbed her wrist. She didn’t believe in violence. She didn’t consider herself a violent person, but right now, looking at Star, she felt sick to her stomach. This was the woman Bolt had decided to waste nine years of marriage with.

Shoving her hand away, Morwenna said, “They need to be cleaned.”

“Are you going to let her talk to me this way?” Star asked Storm. “She is fucking nothing. I don’t see what he sees in you. Your nasty little cunt—”

She heard enough of the foul language. She stepped forward and grabbed Star around the throat. “Mommy is having a very grumpy day today, isn’t she?” She was close to Star so the kids didn’t see what she was doing. With her other hand, she’d wrapped her hair around her fist. “Mommy is saying all kinds of bad words, and I think it is time she and I have a little chat.”

Morwenna was the one in control, and she dragged Star, who had no choice but to follow her. Right at that moment, Bolt arrived in the clubhouse. He looked a little taken aback. The moment they were out of sight and hearing, she threw Star at his feet. “You take her the fuck away, get her cleaned up, and you teach that piece of trash how to have some manners. She has your children, the least she can do is start acting like she deserves them.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed away, making her way back to the kids. She forced a smile on her face and held her hand out to Kyle. Pulling the baby into her arms, she got little girl Morwenna to hold onto her jeans pocket, and she was aware of people looking at her, but she didn’t care. They needed to be taken care of.