8. Cleo
One thing about me is that I hate being told what I can and cannot do. If I want to do Zeke Ford, I will. If I don’t, I won’t, but not because Nitro warned me away from him. I should’ve known better than to come to the club after my fight with Shawn. Don’t get me wrong. Nitro and the other guys are great. They’re loyal to each other and protect those they love. It’s the over protective part I don’t like.
After my mom was killed, I gave my dad hell until he finally gave up trying to control me. I’ve been living on my own since I was sixteen. I’ve had a few roommates, but me and other women don’t always jive. It’s my lack of empathy and the fact that I give zero fucks about your feelings. That attitude doesn’t always go well with other women…or men, for that matter.
Take Shawn for example. He got his ass kicked and I fucked another guy. Now, he wants to blow my damn phone up apologizing. Problem is, he’s waited two days. I’m over him and his bullshit. He wasn’t that damn good in bed anyway.
“Is that Shawn again?” Peyton asks when my phone buzzes once again.
Peyton is Nitro’s old lady and owns the local salon, Curl Me Crazy. She’s the only person who’s ever been able to somewhat tame my wild waves. She’s also one of the only female friends I have.
I roll my eyes. “Yes. You’d think after thirty unanswered calls he’d get the hint.”
“Thirty? Wow. Either he’s got it really bad or he’s insane.”
“I prefer a little of both,” I joke.
“Okay, so spill. I hear the Widow Maker brought you home the other night. Nitro was pissed.”
“Oh, he gave me an ear full about how I’m not allowed to see Zeke and blah, blah, blah.”
Me and Nitro have a complicated relationship. We’ve been more like brother and sister since we were kids. When no one else understood my behavior, he always seemed to. He never gave me shit for acting out. Never picked on me for not being like other girls. He just let me be me.
“The guy really is bad news, Cleo.”
“I get that he’s in a rival MC and the Rebels hate him but一”
“It’s not just that. He’s a bad guy. He tried to kill Torch’s old lady. He even shot Nitro. That alone should make you want to stay away from him.”
I nod. “You’re right. Family comes first.”
“Damn right it does. Now, if you tell Nitro I asked this, I will kill you. How good was the Widow Maker?”
Laughing, I reply, “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”
She gives me a look. “Good thing you aren’t a lady.”
“That’s true.”
A lady wouldn’t even think of ignoring good advice. A lady wouldn’t even think of fucking the bad boy again.
Nope, I’m definitely not a lady.