Ruined (The MC Motorcycle Club Romance Series - Book #1) Read Free

wasn’t all that great. I was surprised
Buster recognized me. But recognition finally crossed his face and something
akin to…discomfort, maybe. He knew I had just done two years’ time for the club
and not through any fault of my own. I often wondered if he felt even a little
bit guilty. I had to doubt it. His discomfort, fear or whatever it was always came
from a place of self-preservation.
    “I’ll be damned,” my dad said. “ Dax !”
    He came toward me and put his hand out. Grabbing
mine, he pulled me against his massive chest and patted my back hard. Before I
went in, that used to hurt…a lot. Thanks to my daily organized workouts, I
barely felt it.
    “How are you, kid? I didn’t even know you were
getting out.”
    “Mom didn’t tell you?”
    “No, hell no. We would of had a party for you. Wouldn’t we, boys?”
    I noticed that the rest of the club members had
gathered around. Once they realized I didn’t have a weapon and I wasn’t there
to exact my revenge, I spent the next ten minutes shaking hands, receiving high
fives and pats on the back.
    My dad grabbed two beers from behind the counter and
led me over to his booth. For a second I forgot where I was and who I was with. I thought he was going to sit down with me
and ask how I was and how the last two years had been. Instead, he called over
two of the barely legal in daisy dukes and introduced them as Lila and Crystal.
They were known as club girls. In other circles they would simply be known as sluts. They sat down and my father
whom I hadn’t seen in two years went back to his own club girl in the corner.
    “Did you just get out of prison?” the one named Lila
asked.
    “Yeah,” I said, taking a long pull off the beer.
Damn, that was good. I forgot how much better beer was than pruno that had been brewed in someone’s cotton sock.
    “What was it like?” she questioned.
    I furrowed my brows. Her affect was completely
incongruent to the question. She was smiling, flushed with excitement, talking
to a muscular and tatted up stranger in a biker bar about just getting out of
prison. She was getting turned on by it and making sure that I knew it.
    The one named Crystal saw something she liked on the
other side of the bar and excused herself by saying, “I’m gonna get me some of that.” You just can’t buy that kind of class. Lila was still
looking at me adoringly and waiting for my answer. I went with the one that I
thought might get rid of her the fastest.
    “It wasn’t all that bad, I had me a cute little
cellmate and I got to tap that ass as much as I wanted—” That was as far as I
got before she was making a disgusted face. I guessed there were some things
that didn’t turn her on.
    “Um…I gotta go check on
Crystal,” she said.
    I chuckled as she hurried away. That was kind of fun;
I would have to remember that line. For the next half hour I ate peanuts and
sucked down one beer after the other as all of the guys came over one or two at
a time to see how I was doing. A few of them had the decency to seem nervous,
but most of them had a smug self-satisfied look of people who had just spent
two years on the outside while I was doing their time.
    I was sitting alone at last and just under pleasantly
drunk when I saw the doors swing open and my best friend since I was a little
kid walked in. I guessed since he never came to see me that I might need to
amend the best friend thing later on, but at that moment I was ecstatic to see him.
He had a girl on his arm, but in the dim light I couldn’t see her. If I knew
Terrance though, she would be a looker. He liked the pretty girls. I was just
about to holler at him when she stepped into the light.
    “What the fuck?” I groaned.
    I downed the rest of my beer and squinted to make
sure I was really seeing what I thought I was. The girl on Terrance’s arm was
most definitely a looker. I knew this because she used to be my girl. It was
Olivia. Mother fucker…