We leave the room where we hold church, and I watch as Target walks over to Madalyn and kisses her. Fuck, I miss having someone to hold and to kiss whenever I want. Valarie was my last steady girl, but after shit went down I would fuck women if and when I needed but I am not like the other single guys in the club; I do not need constant sex.
I walk to my bike, sling my leg over before pulling on my helmet. Firing up my baby, the rest of the brothers come out and mount up, ready to ride.
We are all going because we do not know what to expect when we arrive at Val’s house. She could have the street crew with her, or some customers ready to defend their dealer. Believe me, I have seen that before.
We ride, and the prospect on the gate salutes as we ride through out onto the road.
Scanning the area as we ride, my gaze shifts to the coffee shop where I met Stevie. Images of her smiling at me pop into my head, the way she licks her lips, and I want to know what that tongue feels like licking my dick.
My balls tingle in my pants at the thought of being with her. This is not the first time I have thought this since our little coffee date. She has been on my mind ever since and fuck, even in my dreams which has left me hard as nails when I wake up, causing me to finish in the shower with her name on my lips.
Racer turns onto the street where I know Valarie lives, in a house where I spent plenty of my time.
As we get closer, I see movement— fuck, is that two women fighting?
Coming to a stop, I shut my bike down when I see that it is Valarie fighting with someone. I am off my bike like a shot, dropping my helmet on the grass. As I rush closer, I see that Valarie is fighting with Stevie.
“What the fuck?” Racer calls from behind me, but I keep moving.
Both women are rolling around, throwing punches and shit they are both giving as good as each other. Hair is flying everywhere, they both cry out and screech as they scrap.
“I got this one,” Savage calls to me, while I reach for Valarie.
Hooking my arm around her waist, I yank her back, her legs kicking out and her fingers bent like she is clawing at Stevie.
“You fucking bitch. Always thinking you are better than me,” Val screams.
Stevie is fighting to get out of Savage’s hold to get to Val, but he has a good grip on her. Her hair is a mess, some has been pulled from the hair tie, blood drips down her chin, and I want to go to her, but fuck I need to keep Val away.
“I am fucking better than you, you bitch,” Stevie screams. I arch a brow at the swearing, because Stevie does not cuss. “I earn my money the good way, not the way that could kill someone. I do not know who you are anymore.”
“Cool it, baby,” slips free like it used to, earning me a huff from Valarie.
Stevie stills at my words, then looks from Val to me, her eyes dropping to my arm around her ex-friend’s waist. Hurt flashes in her eyes, and the sight makes my gut tense.
“Oh, fuck off, Logan.” Val tries to elbow me to let her go but I hold firm.
“Are you going to attack her again?” Her scent hits my senses and I flinch back a little.
She smells of weed and sweat. Not the floral scent I am used to with her. I guess so much has changed.
“Let me go.”
I look back to Stevie, with Savage still holding her, but now it is more in comfort, and I hate it. I hate seeing his arm around her shoulders while she leans into him, yet looking at me with sad defeated eyes.
“Someone had better tell me what the fuck is going on here?” Racer speaks up, making Stevie jump, and Valarie scoff.
“I do not answer to you. You can all leave my property and take this cunt with you.” She waves her hand at Stevie, making her flinch.
I know that Racer told me to let him handle it, but I want to know why Stevie was here, and technically she was not included in the order.
“Why were you here, Stevie? You said you and Val were done. Or was that just a lie?”
I don’t know what possessed me to ask that question but by the look on Stevie’s face, it was the wrong fucking one. Shit.
As I think those words, I know that she wouldn’t do that. Her eyes widen, lips part in shock and I know I fucked up. The hurt on her face makes my gut tighten and instant regret fills my veins.
Valarie laughs, with a snarky tone. “Ohh, this is good. Is my ex-bestie trying to get my sloppy seconds? You do know that she pined after you like a bitch-in-heat in high school, right? She hated that I got to have you first.”