Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Is this why you started dressing up for the club, stripping off, showing off your body without anyone touching?” Sandy asked.
“Yes. A club whore is fair game. I became the next element. I was the temptation that no one was allowed to touch. I thought it would keep him.”
“It did, it has, and when it comes to Hardy, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ve known Hardy a long time. I’ve been to most of the club parties, I can promise you, he’s never even looked in another woman’s direction. He loves you, and he’s not going to be stepping out on you anytime soon.”
“How do you know? How do you have that kind of faith?” Rose asked. She wanted to understand as she wanted that kind of faith. She wanted to trust him again, and to never worry that if she felt like being a couch slob for a day, he would be looking for someone else.
“From the moment you walked out on him, demanded a divorce, Hardy has been a shell. He’s hurting, and it’s not because someone took away his favorite toy either. That man loves you. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes.”
“Yeah, but the club whores haven’t exactly been putting him to the test.”
“Are you for real? I wouldn’t fuck the married ones. There are some club whores who will. They’d fuck anything in the club, and Hardy has been approached. He just doesn’t want anything to do with them. I promise you. He loves you.”
Rose ran a hand down her face. “I hate myself right now.”
“Don’t hate yourself. Learn to trust, and to love him again.”
“I never fell out of love with him. I wanted to. I wanted to hate him, but I can’t. Does that make me weak? Does that make me a doormat?”
“No. It makes you strong. You love Hardy, and now you’re making him fight for you. Don’t look at it as being something you’ve got to change. Look at it as being something that you’ve lived through.”
Rose took a deep breath. “I want to trust him.”
“Then give him a chance. Make him earn you back. If Hardy loves you the way I think he does, then it doesn’t matter how hard you make it for him, he’s going to come back to you.”
****
Gash was climbing onto his bike when Hardy pulled into the parking lot of The Skulls’ clubhouse. Climbing out, he walked over to the large biker. He’d been out of prison a couple of years now, and seemed to appear like the Hulk at times. The guy was so damn big, huge even. Women would be swooning all over him, but Gash only fucked who he wanted, and punished the women who tried to touch him when he didn’t want.
Getting sentenced to a rape he didn’t commit would do that to a guy.
Hardy would have been so pissed if something like that had happened to him.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I’m heading out for a ride. I need to clear my fucking head.”
“Want some company?”
“Yeah, it’s going to be a couple of hours,” Gash said, finally looking up.
“What’s going to be a couple of hours?” Steven asked, coming out of the clubhouse.
Steven was once a prospect of the club but had earned his patch by nearly getting killed multiple times, along with Blaine, another member. He was a good time guy, and wasn’t looking at settling down any time soon.
“I’m heading out for a ride,” Gash said.
“If you’re heading out for a ride why do you know it’s going to take a couple of hours?” Steven asked.
It was Hardy’s thoughts exactly.
“I’ve got something I want to check on. I don’t want to wait around another minute. You pussies can either come or stay. I don’t give a fuck.”
Hardy let out a sigh. If he left Gash to go and do whatever the hell he wanted to do, it would be on his head if something happened. The last thing he wanted to do was get in the shit with Lash or Tiny.
“I’m heading out with you,” Hardy said.
“What about Rose?” Steven asked.
“She’s having a girly day, and possibly a girly night. I don’t want her to call the cops on me in an attempt to get rid of me.” He wanted to court his woman, make Rose fall in love with him again, not give her the chance to get fed up with him.
“I’ll come. I’m tired of being around the clubhouse. There’s nothing to do but fuck and play pool right now,” Steven said.
“You could fix up some of the cars that are waiting for your attention?” Gash said.
“I could do that, but it wouldn’t answer my curiosity.”
“Curiosity?” Hardy asked.
“Yeah, I want to know where Gash is going. You won’t tell me when you get back, and neither will that big fucker. I’m coming along. Deal with it.”