Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Tornado
I don’t know why I ever thought I could forget her. -Tornado
“Whatcha’ up to tonight? Takin’ home Britt and bangin’ your troubles away?
She’s lookin’ at you like she’s more than willin’.
” Lucky’s teasing voice cuts through the fog of alcohol I’ve imbibed in over the last two hours.
Nothing will chase away the memories that threaten to haunt me.
It’s been a rough day, and all the conflict has brought nothing up but bad memories.
Apparently, love and desire don’t just go away because you tell them to. The itch beneath my skin for her will always be there, and that’s apparent at this very moment. It’s been four years. Four, long, fuckin’ years. And I still yearn for her.
“No, I’ll probably go home early and get some shut eye.
I got to get up early to work on Silver’s bike.
He’s the Prez, so his bike comes first.” I try to make it sound like it’s really important work, but the truth is, I’m pretty much finished and I’ll be giving it back to Silver first thing tomorrow.
Lucky’s eyes narrow. He obviously doesn’t believe me.
He slaps me on the shoulder. “Man, you gotta get out some. It’s not good for a man to, you know…” he trails off and raises his eyebrows like I’ll obviously get the gist of what the hell he’s talkin’ about.
“It’s not good for a man to what, genius?” I ask sarcastically. Lucky is my best friend, but he can also be annoying as fuck when he wants his way.
He lowers his voice. “It’s not good for a man to go without, you know, some ass, for too long. If a man gets too backed up…” he lowers the octave of his voice again, and I can barely hear over the excited buzz of the busy bar, “if a man gets too backed up, he could explode.”
I hit him hard in the arm. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said and that’s saying a lot.”
Lucky rubs his arm. “Oww. I’m just sayin…I don’t like seein’ you like this. Pining after some pussy that got away like a thousand years ago.”
I can feel rage build within me. I turn to face my goofy friend. “She was not just “some pussy”, Lucky. I could try to explain it to you a thousand times, but you’ll never get it.”
He holds up his arms and his blue eyes immediately turn dark with regret. “I’m sorry, brother. I know better. I know you loved her.”
Loved? Hell, I still love her. I’m not ever getting over her. I’m smart enough to know that even if I wasn’t smart enough to take her with me back then.
All the fight goes out of me. All of that was so long ago. I made my decisions and I have to live with them.
“It’s okay, Lucky. I’m tired is all. I’m going home to sleep and finally catch up on some rest.” The last few days have been spent fighting with an MC from up North that thought they could invade our territory.
They were some seriously bad dudes who also liked to beat their women, so we made sure regretted all their life choices.
I had cuts on my hands and a black eye, but I wouldn’t have changed any of that.
Seeing the rival club president’s wife with a broken arm had been enough to inspire all of us to kick some ass.
I glance around the club. So many of the guys are in shit shape, but we still look a hell of a lot better than our opponents. They are officially gone.
I let out a long breath. This is what it’s all about. This club’s oath is to look after those that no longer have a voice. We did our job.
I snap to attention when Lucky slaps my back again. “Now, there’s somethin’ you don’t see every day. A freakin’ debutante walkin’ into our shitty bar.” He lets out a low whistle. “She sure is pretty though, ain’t she?”
I glance over at where Lucky is looking and then do a double take. I lose my breath and my heart swoops into my stomach.
Cat? What the hell is she doing here?