by Frankie Love
I’m a liar. I told Jack I wasn’t scared of anything.
But that wasn’t true, because right now I’m terrified.
Terrified that the people I ran from will come looking. And those stupid photographs will help them.
I collapse on my double bed, wishing I had a computer, access to the Internet somewhere besides the library. My phone may allow texting, but there’s no data plan.
My only hope is that the paparazzi will realize me being with Jack is no story. Sipping the steaming tea, I force myself to calm down.
Why would anyone care about me anyway? Why would anyone want to post a story about some girl who works at a casino. Like every other girl in this town? Nothing is going to happen.
Right?
I’m a cocktail waitress named Tess. There’s nothing interesting about me.
At least that’s what I tell myself. Because what other choice do I have?
Chapter Six
Anarchy Motorcycle Gang, Arkansas
SLIDER
“Hey, Slider,” Angel says, handing her phone to me. “Look at this.”
She’s in a thong and a push-up bra, and nothing else. Her fake breasts are full and ready to be fucked. I didn’t come back to this whore’s room for anything other than to have my cock in her mouth.
I take the goddamn phone. “You gonna start sucking my cock or what?”
She doesn’t say anything, just rolls off her bed, and drops to her knees, like the good little slut she is.
“What the hell is this? Why do I care about this fucker?”
She’s pulled up some shit story about Jack Harris—some pussy DJ in Vegas—and some skank leaving his house.
“Thought you might want to know.” She purses her lips, looking up at me, then shrugs and unbuckles my pants, pulling them down.
“Why would I want to know about some pansy ass boy in the desert?”
She slides her hand over my cock, but it’s fucking impossible to get hard if she’s showing me pictures of some guy.
“Just thought you might be interested in the girl he’s with, Slider. Thought Cutter might care even more than you ... thought maybe you’d like to have to pleasure of telling him first.”
Angel knows she’s on my bad side, I know she’s been sleeping with Drake, and she knows I keep her on this compound to be my little fuck buddy, nobody else’s.
This must be her way of making it up to me. Cutter is the President of our outlaw gang, and she knows I won’t have access to talk to him unless it’s important.
“Who is this girl?”
“Zoom in.”
I do, and what I see is some skinny little brunette climbing into a limo. The next photo is of her waving goodbye to Jack, but there’s fear in her eyes.
Eyes I know all too fucking well.
“Shit,” I pull up my pants. “Is this really Cammie?”
“Sure as hell is. I’d know those eyes anywhere.”
I grin, knowing how important this story is to Cutter. Knowing that bringing back his daughter will make me a road captain.
I’ll get the street cred I’ve been looking for since I joined this brotherhood. Fuck, all I have to do is find this bitch that ran away.
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