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Anger and resentment had been simmering these last three months and threatened to boil over. Clenching my fists, I zipped to a corner booth. Not wanting to scare her away, I wasn’t dressed like myself. I tugged an old ball cap down, hoping it hid the tattoos on my head enough. If I was far enough away, maybe it would. Of course, I left my cut at the motel. I was tired of living out of them. At least when I was acting as a Nomad with the Royal Bastards in Nashville, I had the chapters’ clubhouses to crash at. A whore or two to warm my bed. Now, I had nothing. No one. At least Merc helped me strike gold.
Treasure, on the other hand, seemed all too carefree, waving to her loyal club members. Slouching so she wouldn’t see me, I watched her order a damn strawberry margarita on the rocks. She took the tiny straw seductively between her teeth. I couldn’t believe I finally had her. I would be going home to Royal Road.
But more than that, I couldn’t believe she was here, living her best life as if nothing had happened. As if she hadn’t betrayed me, torn my heart to pieces. As if she hadn’t threatened to kill my daughter and left me for dead. As if she hadn’t called her President Killer, the leader of my enemies, to descend on Royal Road to kill me and mine.
I knew I needed to confront her, make her pay for what she had done. I downed another shot of whiskey and made my way over to her. My stomach twisted as I approached her, but I was determined to take her back to Tennessee, back to Royal Road, where Kingpin’s wrath waited for us both. Trusting her put my life on the line.
But as I stalked closer, I noticed Treasure was not alone. She sat with another man. A handsome man.
“Richard,” she said, slapping his bulky chest.
Richard wasn’t a biker. Dressed in slacks and a light blue button up, he could be a banker, yet a buff one. Maren batted her painted eyes at him and touched his khaki covered knee. Fuck. She threw her head back, laughing. She reached back, letting her long hair bounce down. She shook it out. I watched the man visibly shiver. Yeah, even in her motorcycle vest, her cleavage was on display. Her titties bobbled as she tousled her blonde hair some more.
Maren, my Treasure took her drink again, her teeth playing seductively with the straw. God, did she know what she was doing to that man? To me?
Richard leaned in and whispered something in her ear. I gritted my teeth, my jealousy flowing over as I watched them flirt with each other. My blood bubbled as his hands landed on her body as if he had a right to touch what was mine. What had been mine, I reminded myself.
The motherfucker leaned in and kissed her. Maren’s arms went around his neck. I lunged forward, ready to tear him apart. That was when I knew I had to act fast before my rage got the better of me. Creeping back to the corner booth, I watched them suck face for an excruciating twenty minutes. Maren never looked my way. Her eyes closed, she was lost in another man.
Just when I couldn’t watch any longer and I got up to go pull them apart, they got up and left. I followed them out of the bar and into the dark, deserted streets of Galveston. The moon hung high in the sky, casting enough light for me to see them. Richard climbed on the back of her motorcycle like a bitch. Maren sped off before I could catch them.
Perhaps it was better if she didn’t know I was after her. I feared once she saw me, she would run. I didn’t think I could handle her slipping out of my reach again. I could not go another day without confronting her.
I waited a moment before I mounted my Harley to follow them. Though I caught up easily, I kept a safe distance behind them, watching them as they pulled down an isolated path to a small house. Parking my hog up the road, I watched her stumble off hers and fumble with her keys. This small cracker box had to be my Treasure’s home. My heart sank as I saw Richard follow her inside. Her porch light turned off.
Fuck.
My boots hit the pavement, and I tiptoed towards the house, trying to stay in the shadows. I peered through a window and the lights went off inside too.
Fuck.
I marched up to the door and started to knock but thought better of it. Staring at my curved hands, I knew I would tear the man apart if I got the chance. That wasn’t fair to the man. Maren was the one I was after. Rage conquered me. I didn’t know what I would do to her if I witnessed her beneath another man.
Contrary to widespread belief, I could usually control the monster that stormed within me. When I decided to let the beast out, it was a choice, not a compulsion. This was one of the rare times I could not control him.
Running back to my Harley, I kicked dirt. Fighting the wrathful giant trapped inside, I waited a while. Imagining another man in her house with her, fucking her, I couldn’t take it.
My engine roared to life before I knew I had started it. I drove off and sped up and down the road, battling the demon who would lose control. Through the darkened streets, I couldn’t help but think about the last time I saw Maren. Not the way she’d betrayed me and my club, or the way she left me broken and alone. I thought of her in the funhouse.
I met up with her after her performance at Royal Road’s Haunted Carnival that Halloween night. I made her promise to keep her costume on. There wasn’t much to it. A corset, silver pasties covering her nipples, a black tutu, and a tiny matching thong. Maren had painted her face like a sad clown for her show. Even that had turned me on.
I had been having my way with her for two glorious weeks after I found out she was a spy sent to take us down. Though we had grown so close, I had planned to betray her up until that very day. But I never really planned to hurt her. I was only protecting myself. My club. I would’ve been deceiving her, yes, but only for a moment. I would be helping her deceive her club that she meant to betray as well. The club she ruled now. I couldn’t be sure I could trust her until that night.
As I made love to her in the funhouse, I made her every promise in the world. I called her mine. I vowed to protect her no matter what came. I promised she was mine, for always. She made the same promises. They seemed so sincere at the time. However, Maren had a bad feeling.
Girl was messed up, thinking she saw things that weren’t there. I had almost fallen for her wild stories. I almost believed she thought she saw ghosts when she said one was warning her. That was how she had gotten the road name Spooky, evidently. Come to find out, the only danger outside the funhouse was her MC President coming to thank her for calling his crew to come rescue her from me, the monster, giving them an excuse to ambush mine.
Regardless of the raid that commenced, I still tasted Maren’s kiss on my lips. I felt her sooth skin against mine. All the passions she stirred in me before threatened to overtake me. All the memories came rushing back, the bad and the oh so good.
Suddenly feeling parched, I rode back to the Salty Pelican for a drink. Sitting at the bar, downing more whiskey, I spotted one of her underlings. A brunette built like a brick shit house bent over the pool table, displaying her ample cleavage. She donned the Gods’ colors, a sight that usually made me homicidal. Squinting, I made out her road name on the front of her vest. Poison. The Asphalt Gods’ women were deadly, alright. Few would have cutesy names.
Treasure. That name mocked me.
The biker’s eyes met mine as she ran the table. After all, I wasn’t wearing my cut. In jeans and a thin long-sleeved tee and hat, I hid my identifying tattoos. My lip curled at the corner, watching her. It wasn’t long before she came to me.
Her hand landed on my biceps. “What’s a big guy like you doing here all alone?”
“Ain’t alone anymore, am I?” My eyes fell to her bosom. God or not, she had the goods.
