Ride To The Edge (Lucifer's Saints MC) (Rough Riders MC Series Book 4) Read Free Page B

blonde responded airily.
    “Fourteen. However, Timothy and I were sixteen at the time when we had her though we did go on to finish high school and both of us graduated from Yale. Remember, he wouldn’t have been able to save poor little Madison from that awful case of the chicken pox she acquired because you don’t believe in vaccinations.”
    I couldn’t take it anymore.
    Their insipid talk of vaccinations and children and the status of their husbands—it was too much.
    Regardless of being a rock n roll star, the people I loved and considered my family put their lives on the line every day to keep the community—and the world to an extent—safe. Meanwhile these bitches only cared about wealth, status and making me the butt of their jokes. I loved Jerrica with all my heart but she knew better than to invite me to a Summerlin soiree.
    I turned around and walked back to my vehicle with my outrageously expensive bright red Birkin crocodile bag and climbed back into my equally gas-consuming, overpriced SUV.
    I had all the same baubles and more. Hell, I probably had more money than most those women and their families who’d attended the party but showing off for the sake of showing off had never been my deal.
    Jerrica ran out of the house dressed like all the other Summerlin soccer wives, and tapped on my limo-tinted driver’s side window with a perfect, French-manicured nail.
    “Talia, where are you going? I have been waiting for you to get here just so I can get away and we can share a few laughs and maybe a bottle of wine, or three.” She smiled and it brought out her mesmerizing blue eyes. Unlike many of the women at the party, Jerrica preferred the sun-kissed look therefore blonde strands were weaved throughout her light brown hair.
    “Sorry, babe. I’d love to have a drink but . . . I’m exhausted and I thought it would just be the two of us. I can’t handle entertaining a crowd of people who look at me like I’m shit on the ground because I have a few purple streaks runnin’ through my hair and tattoos on display. I do that shit for a living. This is my down time and I just realized it’s best spent elsewhere.” I shrugged my shoulders because I truly couldn’t find any fucks to give what those bitches thought of me but I wasn’t going to stick around to find out either.
    Her brows furrowed in disappointment. “Where will you go?”
    “I actually have company of my own at home. Don’t worry—both women are married and are of age but they just live more like I do . . . and they get it. I’m not blamin’ you for not being able to relate. It’s just the paths we took in life and I would love to get together with you soon. Just call me up when you aren’t entertaining for the Summerlin Soccer moms. I don’t need to know their kids like my music or that I am in a little band they have a hard time thinking of the title because they’re well . . . you know, better than to listen to the trash I play. Seen it, heard it all before and know the playbook by heart.” I smiled as Jerrica’s face changed and she bit on her lower lip.
    “Oh God—I feel so bad. I’m so sorry!”
    “Don’t be. Just go on and enjoy yourself. We’ll catch up soon, all right?”
    She nodded her head, turned and walked back towards her house defeated while I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. I waited until the double doors closed before I peeled out of the driveway.
     

     
    “S he what?” Gisela wondered with an incredulous look on her face.
    “Invited me over while her uptight crowd was there, and well, maybe if I looked like you, I could have passed but not in this—not looking like I’ve had two hours asleep last night because I’m freshly fucked by my equally tattooed ruffian fiancé who also happens to be in an MC. None of those bitches would understand.”
    “Have a glass of wine.” Kyra offered a half wine glass of Pinot Noir. “I spoke to my doctor now that I am out of the first trimester and