Devil's Plaything: A Devil's Inferno World MC Novel

30. Cleo

“You act as though you were important to me or something. You were just a plaything. A way to pass the time when I was bored.”

His words are harsh but his eyes betray him, making me laugh. “You really are good at lying to yourself, aren’t you?”

“We had fun but that’s it. Move on, sweetheart.”

He tries to walk away, get to his bike and get the fuck out of there. The longer he stays, the more of a chance there is that he’ll say something he’ll regret.

“You think I’m damaged goods now. Is that it? You think what that piece of shit did to me ruined me? Fuck that! What happened to me didn’t change me!”

“It fucking changed me!” he yells, stunning me. “Now, we’re done! It’s fucking over! You disgust me!”

Unable to resist, I reach up, the tips of my fingers brushing his cheek before he jerks away as though my touch has burned him.

“How can someone so devastatingly beautiful be so terribly cruel?”

He glares down at me. “Are we finished here? I have better things to do.”

Nodding, I take a step back. “You run, Zeke. You run as far as you want to and as long as you want to.”

“I’m not fucking running.”

“I’ll be at the Fuzzy Peach Friday night. If you don’t show up, I’m done. You won’t hear from me or see me again. If that’s what you really want.”

As I walk off, he yells, “Don’t waste your fucking time!”

I flip him off, never looking back.