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316 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 7, 2022
Una Kindly is the woman I had spent buried inside for an entire week. And then I’d ghosted her.
That one action plays like a film reel in my head. Two years ago, I was visiting friends in South Wales, not expecting to meet anyone. Then this beautiful man walked right into the pub we were at, and that was it. We talked, spent time together, and sexed it up for one glorious week. And then one day, he was just gone.
“Stupid girl?” she seethes. “Way to make a girl feel special.” “Who says you’re special, Una? You are just another pussy to fuck.”
Her eyes narrow. “Then let me go. I refuse to stay in a place where I’m not wanted.” “I said you weren’t special. Pussy is pussy. I never once said you’re not wanted.”
Regret and anger pool in my veins. I pull out of her, ignoring her pained whimpers.
I glance over my shoulder and see pain and anger shining back at me. She is pissed, but I see her hurt.
A door slams down the hall. I lean forward and Kink leans back to see who made the noise. Like I said, I’m a nosey woman. Dutch is there, buttoning up his jeans as a club girl walks behind him. I grind my teeth as they head in our direction.
My thoughts are disrupted when Kris drops into my lap, with a giggle that I fucking hate, but she fucks like a pro and is always up for anything, so I put up with it. Her arms wind around my neck just as Una steps into the room.
I ignore what Kris is doing, and zero in on Una laughing at the bar with Woody. He is my dad’s best friend and the club’s Road Captain.
Kris makes a dramatic moan, wanting everyone to know she’s with me tonight. She’s been getting clingy as fuck the past few months.
When he had left with her, my heart had cracked, but I know deep down that it’s for the best. No matter how much my heart and body want him, I know he could hurt me beyond repair. Besides, he doesn’t want me. He made that perfectly clear by sleeping with that Kris bitch.
Now he’s back in my life, supposedly protecting me, but he would rather go off and fuck some woman than watch over me.
I pull out and she whimpers. That small sound makes my cock jerk with more need for her.
Without looking at her, I zip up my jeans. “Get dressed. Pack your shit. We’re going back to the clubhouse.”
“Pack your shit or we leave everything here. Your choice. But you are coming back to the club. I owe it to you brother to keep you safe, and I plan on doing just that.”
“You call me a club bitch again and see what happens,” she whispers in my ear. “I can tell you now, Dutch, the club girl you have drooling after your dick like a greedy little dog will have to look elsewhere, because there will no dick for them to lust after when I’m finished with you.”
My gaze shifts around the room, landing on Dutch sitting on the sofa with Kris, his go-to club girl. My heart and stomach clench at the same time. It’s getting harder to see them together, seeing him and not being the one to touch him.
Just as his lips brush mine with a butterfly touch, the door swings open with a crash and Kris comes storming into the room. Dutch backs away, dropping my injured hand, and I shiver at the sudden loss of him and his heat.
They stalk inside, leaving me out in the summer air with the woman who has been my go-to fuck for months now. Part of me believes her, but another part of me knows that Una would never have done this without being provoked.
“You fucking bitch,” I bark. Una jumps, and everyone goes stock still.
“I took you in. The club took you in. We’ve spent hours looking to find the prick hunting you, and this is what you do? Throw your weight around? Not caring that you hurt Kris. She was fucking defenceless against you. You attacked her when she tried to leave. You spouted bullshit to her about her being a bully. Are you for fucking real? You’re the bully, bitch. I’m sick of your bullshit.”
“I think it’s time we give dear old Ollie a call. He can come and get you. I’m over this bratty bullshit you seem to think that you can pull.”
“Never in my life have I been so fucking disappointed in you,” Tag seethes. “Your mother is rolling in her grave at your behaviour.” “What? Why? Una is the one causing shit around here. I needed to put her in her place. Should have since I brought her here.”
“That cunt you like to fuck is messing you up. You think it’s Una causing shit around here? Well, you’re sourly wrong, my boy. It’s that dirty cunt, Kris, and her equally dirty mouth. She attacked Una when she tried to leave the room, right after Una told her she was welcome to you. It was completely unprovoked. Una gave Kris what she wanted, yet it wasn’t enough for that bitch.”
“Oh, look girls,” she drawls to her friends. “It’s the whore causing this club to lose money. Our people to lose money and to get hurt.”
“Oh fuck off, Kink. You know it is true. Even Dutch has been bitching about how much shit she’s brought to the club. It’s her fault the girls at Honey got hurt, and poor old Harold. He could have died because of her.”
“More people will get hurt the longer the club protects you. You’re not worth it, bitch. Dutch is better off without you. The club comes before anyone, including you. Pussy is a dime a dozen for Dutch. And it’s my pussy he wants.”
“She’s right. The club was in a good place before you came here. I’m not down for all the drama and shit you keep causing the club and its people.”