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The big booty bitch also known as Crystal jiggles her thick peach shaped ass in Viking’s face.
“You got a friend for my boy here?” He slaps a palm to a cheek earning him a glare from security.
“Maybe.” She grins over her shoulder. “We talking a private party or what?”
“Our motel room private enough?”
“That can be arranged for the right price. What’s his type?”
“Buddy of mine hooked up with a gorgeous girl a while back said she works here.”
“What’s her name?”
“No name but said she has a beauty mark.”
Viking tucks a twenty in her G-string.
“You must mean Honey.” She pops her booty and grinds over his crotch.
My heart thumps wildly. My Honey Bee. But fuck if she doesn’t have a shitty friend. Selling my girl out cheap. Didn’t even bat an eye. Gave her up at the snap of a finger.
“Yeah, sounds like the one,” I tell her.
“My girl is wild. Likes to party.”
“Good.” A tight lump forms in my throat. My girl is wild. Likes to party.
The memory of the last time I saw her flashes in my head. A single tear rolling down her cheek. My promise I’d come back for her. The cool metal of the handcuffs slapping on my wrists. The taste of her tear-stained kiss mingled with ashes on my tongue. The terrible scent of rotting wood burning branded in my nostrils. Flames dancing in my vision. Hazel’s palm on the glass before the police cruiser pulled away from the curb. The gut-wrenching sob that tore out of her one last time on my name.
I set a fire that changed the course of our lives forever. I killed Mrs. Winnie, but they could never prove it, and at eighteen I was released. The arson I committed sealed with my record.
Hazel was long gone. I questioned the neighbors, but if they had any answers, they weren’t giving them to me. My former case worker had retired and moved away. My Honey Bee was lost to me.
Until now.
The face of an angel and soul of a devil. Her memory became my Heaven and Hell. I had to let ghosts of the past go. I thought I’d moved on. Being here, so close to her I can almost taste her tears on my lips, I know that I never let go. Only buried the pain of losing the one person to give a damn about me before I met the club and found my true place in the world.
“You good?” Viking studies my face.
“Yeah. Fine.”
“It’s almost show time. Bitch with the big ass went to see if Hazel is on the floor tonight.”
I finish my beer and my empty is taken away and replaced by some skinny bitch with fake tits so big I’m afraid she’ll topple over.
I take a swig of my beer and the energy around me changes.
I can’t explain the physical shift that takes hold of me, but I know the second she enters the room. Awareness of her crackles through my veins like electricity.
Chapter Three
“Hey, girl, hey,” Crystal shouts at me before sticking her tongue out as I drop my bag on the counter at my station.
“Hey yourself. How’s it been so far?”
“Little slow, but there’s two biker hotties out there dropping lots of cake. We could make a nice payday. They are fishing for a little something, something. Know what I’m saying?” She flips her sleek dark hair over her shoulder. “You know we make a good team.”