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

    CHAPTER
2
    OLIVIA
    Terrance and I were supposed to go to dinner, just
dinner, but as usual, we ended up at The Smoke Joint. I didn’t know why he was
so obsessed with the place. We had been right there in town, if he’d wanted to
go to a bar we could have found a nice one. I really hated the place. I hated
watching all the creepy old married bikers kissing and touching all over the
young wannabe biker babes.
    It was sickening.
    Especially when I had to see Dax’s father. He was nice to me, but
he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he messed around on his wife. He acted like he was above having to explain himself to anyone,
even the mother of his child. Dax used to get pissed
off about the way he treated her and he and his dad fought constantly. Dax used to get pissed off at the club and his dad for a
lot of things before he started running drugs for them.
    I followed Terrance over to the bar and sat down on
one of the empty stools. He was still standing. The woman on the other side of
me was a regular. I thought her name was Violet or something like that. She was
an old biker babe who I thought used to do porn back in the day based on the
rumors I had heard. She never made it to the coveted status of “old lady.”
    I would never want to be called that, but to the women that hung around there, it was an honorable title. She
shelled out quite a bit of cash in hopes of it. She had the biggest fake boobs
I had ever seen and equally big, bleached blond hair. She smiled at me and I
smiled back. Most of her bottom teeth were gone. I guess the cash ran out.
    “I think I just want water. I’m a little too full
from dinner for beer,” I said to Terrance.
    He was still standing up and he was looking at
something or someone over at Bull’s table. Bull was Dax’s dad and the president of the club that ran the bar. I glanced over in that direction
but it was dark and all I could really make out was the shape of a man with a
lot of beer bottles sitting in front of him on the table. It wasn’t Bull. This
guy was too big, buff.
    “Terrance?”
    He didn’t answer me and he looked nervous. Terrance
was a big guy with massive shoulders and arms and long legs. He learned how to
fight at a young age and nothing seemed to ever make him nervous. If something
did, I knew to worry myself.
    Terrance grew up in the club. His dad was Dax’s dad’s vice president and they had both been in the
club since before either of the boys was born. Dax and Terrance grew up playing in the back room of the bar together. I heard
stories from both of them about it. They were mostly nice stories, but they
both had their issues that I’m sure were caused by the darker side of it all
too.
    I could tell by the look on Terrance’s face that
something was wrong. “Terrance, what’s going on?”
    I glanced over at the booth again but he said, “No,
don’t look at him.”
    “Don’t look at whom? Who is that?”
    Terrance turned back toward the bar and I could see
his face in the mirror behind it. His dark brown eyes were wide and he looked
like he had just seen a ghost. He was starting to scare me and I wanted to know
what was going on.
    I started to turn around again and he said, “Don’t
look over there; it’s Dax .”
    I froze. I didn’t understand… Dax ?
He couldn’t be there. He was in prison.
    “What? Who’s Dax ? That muscular guy over there in Bull’s booth?”
    “Yeah, emphasis on the muscular guy,” Terrance said.
“Shit! Did you know he was getting out?”
    “Me? No! How would I know? I haven’t seen him
since…jeez! Has it been two years already?” I tried to turn around again but
Terrance actually put his hand on the back of my stool to stop me. “I don’t
think he should be out yet. Wouldn’t Gail have said something or Bull? That
guy’s too big to be him anyways and he has tats all over his arms.”
    “It’s him, Liv. You don’t come out of prison without
tats and muscles unless it’s in a box. It’s Dax