When life gives you lemons, grab some tequila...
I won’t let a man hold me back or rule my life. I'm an independent woman and when things spiral out of control I don’t sit around crying. Instead, I take a trip to visit my friends Kaiya and Storm in Gypsy Falls.
I find what I have been missing my entire life. The men of the Gypsy Bastards MC are not what I was expecting, and I quickly fall into their rag-tag family. Now, I only hope I can keep them.
As usual, I didn’t think things through before making a snap decision. I’m about to reverse out of the lot when my car door is ripped open and a shrill scream escapes me.
“Fuck, lady,” a mocha-skinned man with dreadlocks stares at me. “Are you okay?”
My mouth hangs open as I ogle the young man before me. His name is Justice. I know this from Kaiya’s photos as well as the tag on his cut.
“I’m fine, Justice,” I say while trying to extract myself from my car. “I’m here to see Kaiya.”
Taking my hand, he helps me out of the car. He doesn’t ask how I know his name, but his gaze assesses me. If he hadn’t seen me, I would have driven away, found a motel, and lied to Kaiya. But he has seen me and there’s no turning back now.
“No offense,” he says as he walks beside me looking like he’s afraid I may pass out or fall. “But you don’t look fine.”
“I’m sure I don’t.” I smirk at him as he swings the door open for us to enter.
No more words pass between us because the moment we walk in, Kaiya’s gaze finds me.
“What the ever-loving fuck happened to you?” she shrieks.
The attention of every man and woman in the building shifts to me and I’m acutely aware that this is what an ant must feel like under a microscope.
I smirk and shrug nonchalantly. “Nothing much,” I reply in a sarcastic tone. “Got in a fight.”
Before I can blink, both Kaiya and Storm are in front of me along with a beautiful blonde woman I know to be Hadley. The men are watching closely with a wariness I can feel all the way to my soul. They are assessing the situation, trying to decide if I have brought problems to their doorstep.
“With whom?” Storm asks. “An MMA fighter?”
I chuckle lightly. I don’t look that bad. My eye is swollen, my lip is split, and my nose is a little more crooked than before, but I have seen women look far worse when they show up at the shelter where I work. The real damage I took was to my pride. I just can’t figure out how I ended up in this situation. Did I consciously miss all the red flags? Because thinking back, there were many.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say and try to smile but it feels more like a grimace. “It won’t be happening again.”
“Irene,” Kaiya cuts in. “This isn’t nothing. You need to go to a hospital. You shouldn’t have been driving like this.”
I can hear her picking up speed. In the past year, I’ve gotten to know her pretty well. I know that when she cares for someone, she cares deeply. If I don’t stop her now, I’ll probably end up in bubble wrap and she doesn’t even know what happened to me. My gaze sweeps the gathering before landing on Mad Dog, pleading with him to help me.
He shakes his head before walking up behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist. “Babe, Irene says she’s fine,” he says to her.
“Does she look fine?” Kaiya shouts loudly.
“She looks like she could use a tequila and a beer,” an older man says. He’s wearing a cut with a tag that says “Viking,” and he gently puts his arm around my shoulder. “How does that sound?” he asks me.
“Divine.” I sigh as he leads me through the crowd toward the bar.
People Also Bought:
