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Hallow shrugged but left his stool. I followed him through the bar and out. We stood on the porch out front where the row of motorcycles lived. The breeze hit me, chilling me to the bone. I’d not been out in the fresh air in weeks. I started to worry about my complexion. Suddenly feeling clammy, I touched my face.
Hallow wrenched his neck to look up and down the line of the bikes.
Wrapping my arms around myself, for warmth, I followed suit, wondering what he searched for. I spotted Hallow’s Harley right away, noticing how clean it appeared. Sure, there was mud from tonight but otherwise it shined under the streetlights positioned on either side of the building.
Before I could put two and two together, I came out with it. “Hallow, I wish things between you and I could go back to how they were before.” I couldn’t say I left him at the altar.
“Before what Eve? Before you left me?” Just hearing his voice was nice, even if he was angry.
Letting my arms fall to my sides, I swallowed my pride. “Let’s not do this. I’m ready to bury the hatchet. I want you back.”
Hallow looked like I’d hit him, even stumbled back a hair. “You can’t be serious?”
“I am. I know you’ve gotten around too.” Rolling my eyes, I couldn’t believe I was willing to forgive all that, but that was how much I wanted him to return to me. “But I’m ready to talk. I want to make amends. I love you.” I reached out for his hand.
Before Hallow could speak, the roar of an engine interrupted us. Another hog joined the lineup. Hallow let go of my hand. The rider took off their helmet. At the sight of the purple hair, the horrible fact hit me. Hallow was back with Steph, his ex. The same biker bitch who threatened me the night I met him. The biker who swore he loved me was back with the woman he was with when we met. The woman he swore off for me. That’s why he’d examined the row of bikes. That’s why his Harley was immaculate. That’s why he’d dressed up. Inhaling, I smelled the cologne on him.
Fuck.
No whore, no sweetbutt, Steph was a lady biker, dressed in head-to-toe leather. She’d be a member if they let her. Taking his arm, she was his date, a proper one. Purple haired cunt flaunted it in front of me, hanging on him like a child.
I didn’t let it faze me. “Hallow and I need a minute,” I said to her as calmly as I could.
“Anything you have to say to Hallow you can say to me.” Steph sneered, her big hoop earrings swaying.
“Hallow?” I expected him to tell her to give us a minute, but he shocked me.
He took her side. “Yeah, anything you have to say, you can say in front of my woman.”
His woman? I stumbled now. Steading myself, I studied his green eyes, looking for something. Anything. “You know what I was asking.”
Hallow didn’t even glance my way, as he announced, “The answer is no, Eve. Anyway, you won’t be able to forgive all I’ve done, and I’m with Stephanie, now.”
Gulping, I went on, “You sure?”
He wouldn’t meet my gaze. My biker, who clearly wasn’t my biker anymore, bobbed his head.
Stephanie chuckled.
Fuck her. But I was determined. I reached for his arm again. Clutching his wrist, I pleaded with him, “Please, Hallow. There’s nothing in the world that I want more than to turn back the clock. Be yours again.”
“Too late bitch,” Steph said, as Hallow yanked away from me.
I lunged at her, and she shoved me off. Losing my balance, I fell to the ground on my ass. Hallow didn’t move an inch to help me. As I climbed to my feet, they were walking into Royal Road together. I shouted after them. “Please Hallow,” I begged him.
Hallow gazed over his shoulder back at me. His eyes were hollow, empty when he viewed me. “It’s too late, Eve. I’ve moved on.”
His apathy shot and killed me, but I would not die. I bounded into Royal Road after them. Crashing into the dark, neon smoke, I bumped into Riff. Our Road Captain steadied me. I knew I had to look wild by his expression of concern. Seething, I stole his beer and resumed my pace. Catching up to Hallow and his date, I smashed the glass over her purple head. Then I grabbed her by the big hoop. I tore the gaudy earring right out of her ear.
Not at all flustered, Steph turned and punched me in the gut. Fuck. My insides caved. I dropped to my knees. The bitch lingered over me. Raising her foot, she planned to kick me in the face. Just in time, Riff stopped her. Hallow’s brothers ganged up on them and banished them to a corner.
Cali, working as a barmaid, was on the floor. She helped me to my feet. “I’m alright,” I said as multitudes tried to comfort me. But I wasn’t alright. Hallow had humiliated me.
Even Memphis, who by all accounts hated me, met me backstage with a bottle of whiskey and a glass. “I figure you need this. You don’t have to go on.”
“I’m going on.” I took a couple of shots first.
I started with Brandie Carlile’s “Broken Horses”. Using my anger to strap out a powerful set, I tried to ignore the fact, Hallow and Steph stayed for the show. Of course, they did. Searching through the crowd, I saw Kingpin sat on his throne staring out into space. Not looking at me, he was no help.
