Page 29 of Cruel Biker

“Bolt,” he said.

“What the fuck do you want?” Bolt asked.

“That’s enough,” Morwenna said.

“We were happy before he came back,” Bolt said.

Morwenna let out a scream as all of a sudden Bolt lunged forward, attempting to hit Venom. She didn’t know what happened, but she somehow got a fist to the face, sending her to the floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

She shoved Bolt away, not wanting him to touch her. With Venom’s help she was able to get off the floor, but her face was now stinging. “Unless you’re here to pick up your kids, then I suggest you leave.”

Pressing a palm to her face, she looked at Bolt and saw that he was remorseful, but right now, she didn’t want to deal with him feeling sorry. It was always the same excuse with him. How sorry he was, how he didn’t mean to do it. He always had a damn reason.

“Good night,” she said, closing the door, and it was a miracle she didn’t slam it.

“Let me look,” Venom said.

“No, it’s fine. He didn’t knock me out, so I think I’ll be okay.” Although, it did sting. However, Venom led her back into the kitchen, and he was already in the freezer, grabbing a bag of peas, and he pulled her hand away to look at the damage.

“The bruising is going to come out in a few days.”

“Do you still want to go out with me so we can find you a woman?”

“Your dad is not going to be happy,” he said, completely ignoring her.

“Hopefully, the bruising will be long gone before he finds out.” She didn’t want her dad to get angry.

The peas were helping, but she knew she was going to have a bruise.

****

“I was happy for us to not go out,” Venom said, lifting the beer bottle to his lips as he looked around at the busy bar. It was owned by the club, but it didn’t employ any of the club men or women. In fact, the barman was a friend of Maverick. Nigel, he believed his name was. There were several people working at the bar, but it had been a long time since he’d stepped foot inside the bar.

“Where is the fun in that?” Morwenna said. She wasn’t drinking beer and had a bottle of pure orange juice.

There was a band playing, a cross between country and rock music, and it sounded all right. Some kind of local group that played in different venues across the state.

He finished his beer, and Morwenna tapped the bar, asking for another.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” he asked.

“Nah, isn’t this what friends do? Have a drink, help you loosen up.”

“We’re here to have fun, and I guess drinking is part of that. However, you’re not drinking.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t drink.”

“And yet, you’re plying me with drink.” He shook his finger to which she burst out laughing.

“Okay, fine, fine. Perhaps you’re right.” She ordered a beer for herself, but Venom held his hand up and held out his beer to her.

“Try it.”

“I can get my own.”

“And if you don’t like the taste, we can order you something else.” He nudged the beer toward her.