Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (16 page)

             
“That’s it?”

             
He nods. “That’s it. Do we have a deal?” he asks once again.

             
I give him a big smile as I uncross my arms and reach my right hand out. “Deal.”

             
He smiles as he shakes my hand. He then reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a card. “I will send a car for you tomorrow afternoon. Be ready for it by two o’clock,” he says before turning around.

             
“Be ready for what?” I ask, placing it in my back pocket of my shorts.

             
He turns back around and gives me a smirk. “To sign your life away,” he says jokingly, but I have a feeling he’s being serious.

             
I look up at the officer once Mr. Knight is out of the room. “He owns you, boy,” is all he says before he goes back to his desk, opens up his drawer, and sets my wallet and cell on top of it next to my helmet. “Here you go. And your bike is sitting out front for you.”

             
I take my stuff and hightail it out of there. But before I get on my bike I make a call to my best friend Blake.

             
“Holy shit man. I heard what happened. Valerie called me crying,” is how he answers his phone.

             
I roll my eyes. I bet she called him. Anytime she can play the victim, she does. “No biggee,” I respond. “Hey,” I say before he can say anything else. “I’m having a party tonight,” I say with a smile. I was just given an opportunity of a lifetime, and I’m not gonna fuck it up. But I haven’t signed anything yet. So tonight I’m gonna live it up one last time.

             
“Your place?” he asks.

             
“Hell no. I’m not throwing a party at my house.” During the last party we had at my house, a fight broke out and the neighbors called the police. Guess I shouldn’t have beat the shit out of the guy on the front lawn for everyone to see. But in my defense, he was making out with my girlfriend in the living room for all to see. So he deserved it.

              “Okay. Your parents,” he suggests, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “They’re out of town. And I can call this girl I’ve been seeing. Jackie. She has this hot friend that I know you would love to hit.”

             
Bingo!
“Great idea.” Even though nothing is written in stone with Mr. Knight, I want to celebrate. And I know just how to celebrate. Some alcohol and a woman underneath me who is anyone but Valerie.

CHAPTER THREE

TABATHA

             
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I repeat for the fifth time as I sit at a stoplight on Rodeo Drive.

             
“That’s what I was told,” Jackie, my best friend, says softly next to me.

             
“Who was it?” I ask curious.

             
She shrugs before she looks down at her cell in her hands. “I don’t know. They didn’t say a name. I guess it was someone he was talking to when you guys got together.”

             
In all honestly it doesn’t surprise me that the bastard had been cheating on me. I mean, he is the type to have more than one woman. He likes power and that made him feel like he had some. Fuck, he was probably with her at times while we spoke on the phone. She was probably right there smiling while she probably sucked his dick or something.

             
“You did the right thing,” she says before she reaches over and pats my arm.

             
I look over at her with no expression, and she exhales. “I know you loved him but…”

             
“Stop right there,” I say slamming on the gas as the light turns green. “I didn’t love him,” I say in denial, and she sighs heavily knowing I’m lying. “But,” I add, “I don’t regret leaving that sorry bastard.”

             
“Good girl,” she says happily, and I tighten my hands on the steering wheel. That’s what Rodger always said to me.

             
Always!

             
In and out of the bed. The worst part is that I did everything he said in order to hear him call me that. I wanted to be his ‘good girl’. I wanted his praise. I shudder at how pathetic he had made me.

             
I sit behind the steering wheel as I drive us to my house and my anger starts to rise. This is the first time I’ve actually got to spend time with my best friend in months. We used to be inseparable. But things started to change once Rodger and I hit the three month mark in our relationship. He started having me cancel plans with my family and friends, saying he didn’t have time for this dinner or that party. And he didn’t want me to go without him. Blah, blah, blah. Same ol’ bullshit just a different day. At first I didn’t think anything of it and let it slide. Before I knew it he had changed my cell phone number and was driving me to and from school, telling me it was easier to ride together—which at the time made sense.

             
We first met a little over a year ago at college. He just happened to be in one of my classes. I fell hard and fast for him. I loved him so much, that I actually hated the person I had become. Rodger thought people were below him. His father is a congressman, and his mother is some Botox loving, face peel obsessive, highfalutin bitch.

I was raised with money, wore the expensive clothes
, and had the prettiest jewelry. Hell I still do, but that doesn’t mean I walk around with my nose stuck up in the air. Some people are lucky in life, some aren’t. I’m a lucky one. I will never take that for granted ever again. Can I be a bitch who throws tantrums? Yep! Can I be a suck up and bait Daddy when I want something? Absolutely! Do I tell it how it is? Of course. I wasn’t raised to hide what I feel. How is someone going to know what you feel or think unless you tell them? 

              Well with Rodger, I kept everything inside. I kept my mouth shut and sat up straight. To him and the men in his family, women were seen not heard. A woman’s place was in the kitchen cooking or on her knees in the bedroom.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I couldn’t hide who I really am. I am a smart
-mouthed bitch who has anger issues and a right hook to prove it. If that meant I rolled around in the dirt with the ones he considered scum, then call me the fucking queen of the scum world.

             
But for some crazy damn reason I fell in love with him. There was just something about him. I wish I knew what it was, because I would have ignored it. He didn’t like to fight or to have me disagree with anything he said. What he had to say was final. Well, last week I overheard a conversation, and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. It was our biggest fight yet.

             
“You shouldn’t have said that,” he says tightly as he shuts his bedroom door. His dark hair is trimmed short, and his dark green eyes are hard.

“Why not?” I ask trying to keep my voice low
, but it’s hard. I want to scream at him.

“Because my
dad didn’t appreciate that. That’s why,” he snaps before running his hands down his white polo shirt. I just ironed it two hours ago, and it already has wrinkles. He hates wrinkles! 

 
              I try to hold my tongue but enough is enough. “What? I can’t have an opinion about our future?”

             
He fists his hands by his side as he takes in a deep breath. “Your opinion was not asked. Therefore it was not needed.”

             
Simple as that.

He and his dad were talking about where he would transfer to next fall. I was in his parents’ kitchen making him fucking chocolate chip cookies when I had overheard them. Of course I had stormed off into the living room to find out what the hell they were talking about. When I said I think he should stay here it had started a big debate between his dad and me. Was it wrong to not want your boyfriend to pack up and leave you behind?

Well good riddance you sorry bastard!

I pull up to my house and open the door for Jackie to enter before I slam the door shut and lock it.

             
“Whoa. You okay?” she asks setting her purse down softly on my kitchen table.

             
“Yes. I just need to blow off some steam,” I say rolling my shoulders.

             
She smiles before she pulls her phone out of her purse. “How about we go to a party tonight? I just got a message from Blake that his friend is having one.”

             
“Sounds perfect.” That’s exactly what I need—a party and some alcohol.

             
“That’s my girl. Go ahead and start getting ready, and I’ll make you a pre-party drink.”

CHAPTER FOUR

DASH

             
“I can’t believe that you are going to be racing for Johnny Knight,” Blake says excitedly.

             
I shrug, trying to not be as excited as he is. I still find it all too hard to believe. And I won’t be doing any jumping up and down until tomorrow when those papers are signed.

             
He pushes my shoulder, trying to knock me off balance. “You know you’re are going to kick ass,” he says before he looks down at his phone and sighs.

             
“Calm down, man,” I say. It’s like the fifth time he’s looked down at it in the last two minutes. The party has been going for two hours now. The house is full. People I have never even met are showing up. Guess that was bound to happen from people posting the shit on the internet. Some are already starting to walk sideways from the alcohol they’ve consumed. So far, I’m on my third beer. Not really wanting to get hammered just yet, ‘cause I would hate for my parents’ house to get destroyed.

             
“She said they were coming.” He sighs. “But that was over five hours ago.”

             
“Then they’ll be here,” I say lifting my beer to my lips. “What’s up with you and this Jackie girl anyway?” I ask once I pull my beer away. “You two serious?” He’s been talking about this girl for over a month, yet he hasn’t brought her around anyone. I was actually starting to think that she was imaginary.

             
He shakes his head. “Not that serious.”

             
I smile. It totally is, but I’ll let him be in denial. “So what’s her friend look like?”

             
He shrugs and then looks at me with a smile. “You haven’t even met her have you?” I ask with a frown. He did say she was hot.

             
“No. But I’m sure she’s hot. Hot girls hang out with hot friends,” he says matter-of-fact. I laugh. “If she’s not what you want then you could always call Valerie.”

             
I shake my head. “Fuck that.” Valerie is the last girl I want, but I’m sure she’ll show up at some point here tonight. She’s an ex. I took her out for a ride today because she needed some time away from her house. Then after I was let out of jail she blew up my phone with how much she hates me and what a jerk I am and how I could have killed us. I would prefer not to hear that shit tonight.

             
I turn around to throw my beer in the trash when I hear Blake speak. “There you are, baby. I thought you weren’t gonna show up.”

             
I turn back around to see him pull a pretty petite blonde into his arms as she speaks. “Yeah. It took me a while to get Tabatha ready.” She giggles referring to her friend.

             
“Where is she?” Blake asks looking around the kitchen.

             
She turns to look at the entrance of the kitchen, and then I hear a female’s voice snap, “Get out of my way.”

             
I watch as the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen enters my parents’ kitchen. The first thing I notice is her tight-as-fuck jeans. The kind that look painted on. They gather tightly around her ankles, allowing her to showcase her black heels which make her look about six inches taller than she is. She’s wearing a black shirt that at first glance looks see-through.