Page 58 of Cruel Biker

“I need that divorce. I want to move on,” she said. She finished her coffee, which was so cold, even though she hadn’t made it that long ago. She got to her feet and turned toward her father. “I’m going to the clubhouse.”

“No,” Gus said. “There’s no point in you going to the clubhouse. Bolt’s not going to listen to you, and right now, I think you should just start thinking about yourself. That is all you can do. You’re not going to achieve anything. Bolt’s stubborn.”

She sighed and blew out a breath. “You’re right. Of course, you’re right.” She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. “Love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, pumpkin.”

She made her way inside and went straight to her room, where she pulled out her laptop and started to look at houses for sale or rent, far away from Dwellers Point. She loved this town, but it came with too much baggage. She needed a fresh start, away from it all.

For a second, she hesitated. Moving away would be the final straw, but the thought of bumping into Venom again hurt too much. The only thing she could do was leave.

****

Bolt hated lockdowns. Men and women locked up in a clubhouse, with nowhere to go and nothing to do. It was not fun, especially as people continued to tell horror stories of the Karamazov. It was amazing how up until this moment, no one ever said a word about them, and now, it was horror story this, horror story that. It was laughable.

He wasn’t in the best of moods as he watched Kyle, his son, on the swing. It was cold as fuck, but his son was irritating the other club brothers. Star was nowhere to be seen. She was a waste of space as a mother.

“Higher, Daddy, higher.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell his son not to call him that, but what was the fucking point? Morwenna knew. Speaking of Morwenna, his little girl was on the slide, and she kept giggling as she climbed up and slid down. She, of course, never just sat down and slid on her ass. Nope, it was always on her stomach, backward. Each time she did so, she’d get to the bottom, clap her hands, and start all over again.

As he watched his daughter, he couldn’t help but drift back to him and Morwenna, when they were kids.

“Casey, you’re doing it wrong. You don’t go down on your knees!” Morwenna climbed up the steps and smiled at him, looking back. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

She climbed up, sat down, and held her hands in the air, whooshing down the slide. “Lame.” He moved so that he was on his stomach, and his face would be landing in the dirt. “This is the way to do it.

“Casey Richards, don’t you dare,” his mother said.

He knew better, and he quickly let go of the slide and slid right on down, rubbing his face across the dirt.

Bolt pulled out of the memory, as that day, he lost a tooth and was never able to find it. Of course, his mother dragged him to the nearest dentist to get him checked. As for Morwenna, she searched the mud and handed him the tooth, as he’d been pissed he wasn’t going to earn some money from the tooth fairy. She didn’t want him to be out of money either.

He showed his mom what he’d gotten, and for his troubles, he got five dollars, which was high. Usually, he only got a dollar. Of course, he would later find out that his mother had sneaked into his bedroom and put the money there, as she felt bad.

At the time, they’d gone to the local park, as there was no park built at the clubhouse. He and Morwenna would meet up, and that was where Willow and Storm would get along.

That was like a lifetime ago. He had so many memories of Morwenna. Their first day at kindergarten, a couple of guys tried to bully Morwenna. The time Morwenna hit a girl, for hurting a younger girl. They had been together through thick and thin, and he’d messed it all up. Now, he stood with his son that should have been her baby, not his and some other woman’s.

“Are you all right, son?” Storm asked, pulling on a jacket to stand outside with him.

Kyle was happy being swung, and Morwenna was still playing on the slide.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just keeping them entertained, because they’re driving people crazy.” He sighed, running fingers through his hair. “Didn’t really anticipate being on lockdown.”

As for Nathan, he was strapped in front of him, as he took care of all three of his kids. If he’d been with Morwenna, he just knew it would be different. She would be happy and they would still be together.

“Once all of this is over, you’re going to have to consider putting him into a school,” Storm said.

He sighed. “You mean if we all survive this.”

“No need to be so morbid.”

“Mom, you’ve heard the stories.”

“I know, and do you think this is the first time we’ve heard stories? Trust me, it’s not.”

He turned to look at his mother. Her hands were on her hips, and there was a glare to her gaze. Bolt wanted to believe her. It was his mother, after all, and she’d been trying to guide him all his life. Most of the time, he listened, but not when it mattered most.