Where We Started (Stone Riders MC, #1)

by Ashley Munoz

I don’t love you… I’ve only ever pitied you.

I found myself watching to make sure no one else came up, so she’d be safe all night.

“If you come for the clubhouse, you’ll be met with a war, Princess.”

Callie laughed, and it sounded like something I wanted to hold onto, like a lucky rock or a charm. I found myself smiling up at her.

“You do realize you sort of make it seem like you might want to marry me someday, Wes, with this sort of thing?” I laughed into her neck. “One day at a time, River.”

“It’s not up for debate, River. Get your ass down here, now.”

Wesley waited near his bike, standing like a god clad in leather and denim.

“You hurt me, Callie. Broke my fucking heart seven years ago, and sure, it took a while to get over you, but rest assured, I did get over you. But I also promised your dad if you were to ever come back, I’d ensure you were safe. I don’t owe you a place in town, or anything else, but I will always be sure you’re protected.”

“Are you that much of a pretentious princess that you can’t stay in a dusty cabin?”

“Or is it that you’re remembering our time here together…maybe that night I first fucked you?”

“Do you remember what you would say to me when my head would disappear between your legs?”

shook my head defiantly. “You don’t want to remember how you begged me to fuck you?”

“I remember how you’d tug my hair and scream for me to go deeper with my tongue, to suck your clit. Remember that time I flipped you on your stomach and spread your cheeks, until I was circling your⁠—”

“I hope you think of it all night, Callie. All of it. I hope you remember why you should have just stayed away, and then I hope you wake up in this shithole and realize how irrelevant you’ve become. You left, and you should have stayed gone. Now you’re just creating work for me, so do me a favor and stay here like a good little princess, unless you’re ready to give up and go back home.”

Dickhead

Here in the early morning light, Wes looked like a fallen angel. Devastatingly handsome, a look of determination and wrath painting his features in harsh lines and shadow.

“What? Your perfect fucking family wasn’t enough, you needed mine too?” Gripping my wrist, he glared down at me. “Yes. I wanted yours too, River. I wanted all of you, everything you touched, all the air you breathed, the fucking dirt under your nails. I wanted it all. You knew I didn’t have a choice after that night, yet you punished me regardless.”

“That oath was mine, Wes. You owed it to me; you promised it to me.”

I’d wage war for that girl. I’d go to hell and pick a fight with the devil if I had to.

“I never could touch anyone after you. You were my first, and fuck, if you ended up being my only…there would never be another after what we had.”

It was moonlit paths at night, starlit skies and first kisses in the dark.

“You said it was a good luck charm. After you left, I considered maybe it wasn’t, but I put it above my mantel at home just the same. I guess I’m superstitious.”

“Keep going. Fuck my hand, River.”

This time I was at least grateful I had kept some of my heart tucked under my sleeve, never allowing her to see it for what it was. She owned all of it, the entire fucking thing. If only she wanted to keep it.

Dirk Lenair, leader of the Death Raiders, stepped down from the stairwell,

Wait wtf

“Well, see, here’s the thing. Since I’m not dead, Dirk can’t have his property, but he’s still owed something.”

Ummm again wtf!

I turned in time to see Silas but failed to see the bat.

Wtfffffffff

Callie Stone just walked in wearing my property patch, looking like she was ready to fuck the devil, and I was completely at a loss for words.