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We got along well, Steph and I. Where I used to be a cop, she came from a family of law enforcement. Therefore, she understood when I didn’t want to open up about something. Unlike Eve, Steph got my pride. She respected my ways. Plus, the girl was tough, herself, not only emotionally. She’d played sports in high school. She hunted. Steph was physical in ways Eve was fragile. A wildcat in the sack, the woman could take a lot of abuse in the bedroom. Not only take it, but she could also give it out. I drowned my sorrows between her thighs.
And the best part was when Eve saw me back with her, she really looked at me. Being with Stephanie, I got Eve's attention.
Thorne asked, “You really think you can win Eve back by making her jealous?”
“Eve won’t have anything to do with me? What am I supposed to do? If I don’t succeed at least I have a backup bitch.”
“Brother, you are playing with fire,” Thorn warned me.
Chapter 7
Eve
My nightly performances at Royal Road were the only things keeping me sane. I channeled all my energy into singing. To mask my heartache, I put my all into my budding career. I even sang at Beau Strick’s afterparty the week he shot his video at the clubhouse, alone. Kingpin had proposed a show of mostly duets for it, planning to sing with me. He had hoped it would spark his brother’s interest in me as a vocal partner, but at the last minute, he pulled out. He said he needed time with his new wife.
I could understand, especially since my issues had interrupted their honeymoon, but I was in a much different situation. Hallow and I were splitsville. My heart had been ripped out of my chest. Instead of Hallow’s Ol’ Lady, I was his ex. Instead of the Eagles' Nest, I was living in the basement of a motorcycle club in what used to be the sex dungeon. Lower than even the whores who lived over Royal Road, I wasn’t even supposed to be there. No one knew where I was staying. No one cared.
Well, no one knew where I stayed except Paisley. And to my dismay, Hallow had her bring me all my shit. I’d been kicked out of the very place I’d been singing to pay rent. What’s worse, he asked her to get my engagement ring. I’d still been wearing the damn thing the whole time, hoping we’d get back together after we both cooled off. Grudgingly, I handed my ring over.
Paisley tried to comfort me, “Eve, they’re plenty of men around here.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I’m mighty upset with Hallow, but I love him. If he wants his ring back, I guess it’s really over.” I fought back the tears, but my whole face frowned.
Paisley rubbed my back. “Don’t let Hallow see how much this hurts you. He’ll never come back if you beg him. Stay strong.”
“If I could just talk to him. Maybe I should quit being so stubborn and just call him.”
Paisley frowned much like me.
“What?”
“I think Hallow got a new phone,” Paisley said. “He doesn’t want to hear from you. Eve, I’m sorry.”
Paisley was right. The biker avoided me at all costs. I didn’t know how much longer I could stay at the Royal Bastards’ clubhouse and watch him flirt with other women. Hallow was right that the other bikers wouldn’t have anything to do with me. Not that I wanted them to. I wasn’t about to be some whore like Paisley or the other sweetbutts. But all kinds of other men wanted me, men who came to Royal Road to spend their money, from losers to winners. However, none of them interested me in the slightest. As much as I had threatened to be with another man, I was still very much in love with only one, Hallow.
Too bad he turned out to be like all other bikers, a manwhore.
As I had my breakfast at the bar, I whined about my broken heart to Sweet Tea. One of the sweetbutts, she ran the kitchen in the morning. She set up the fabulous buffet Royal Road had for their overnight guests and all who lived here. Before noon, though, there wasn’t much to be had since not many would be up this early.
She reminded me of my old supervisor Celie who I rarely talked to after her ex-husband died, and I left Bootsies. Though I felt close to Celie, she would always think I had something going on with Grady when I hadn’t. Like Celie, Sweet Tea was a mother and liked to mother the club, anyone in the club. So, I found myself gravitating to her more and more. She had grandkids but was in her early forties. Her body didn’t look a day over twenty-five, but wisdom shone on her face.
“Honey, you need to get laid,” she said. “Let one of these men fuck that boy out of your mind.”
“Boy? Hallow’s older than me.” I was twenty-one. Hallow was almost thirty.
She said, “Hallow’s green, wet behind the ears. You don’t know what you’re missing with a more experienced lover.”
Lover? “I’m sure Hallow has plenty of experience,” I said, thinking of all the women he was with before me. All the women I’d heard he was with after too. That last bit threatened to make me lose my breakfast.
“I’m sure Hallow’s slangin, bangin, and clangin, on your kitty-odometer, but you don’t have much mileage, baby.”
“Lordalmighty,” I said, clutching invisible pearls. “I ain’t interested in having sex with someone else.”
Sweet Tea went on, “Getting your freak on is a sure-fire way to mend a broken heart. All men have a dick.”
“I don’t want just any dick. Hallow and I were more than that.”
“You can love anyone, sugar.”
