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

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    “Shit, maybe we should go talk to him,” I suggested.
    “You think?” he said. “What are we going to do?
Should we walk up to him and say, “Hey, Dax . Sorry we never came to visit you in the joint the two
years you were gone, but look, we’ve been taking care of each other.”
    Terrance looked nauseated.
    My insides were quivering. I had done my best at
least for the past year to put Dax and our life
together out of my head. I was trying to concentrate on moving forward, with
Terrance. He was a great guy and he deserved a woman that could give him all of herself .
    I wasn’t over Dax , I
wasn’t even sure if I ever would be, but I did a good job of not letting
Terrance see or feel that. I walked away from him because I couldn’t be with a
guy who would sell drugs. I also couldn’t be with a guy who would lie to me
about it the entire year we were together and say he wanted
no part of his dad’s life . He made such a big deal about not wanting his
kids to be raised like he was and around the kind of
people he was.
    We had talked about getting married and having kids
after college. He never let on that he had changed his mind. I didn’t know a
thing about it until he was arrested . I wasn’t going
to bring a life into this world with a drug dealer for a father. I glanced over
to the end of the bar where Bull was making out with some girl younger than me . Look what kind of life Dax had; I wasn’t going to do that to my kids.
    I sought Dax out in the
mirror behind the bar. It was still too dark and shadowy for me to really get a
good look at his face, but I could see his form better now that my eyes
adjusted to the poor lighting. He was dressed in a white, wife-beater style
tank, blue jeans and black boots. Dax still had his
blond hair. I sighed, remembering how I used to love touching it.
    Terrance was right about the muscle. His arms were
huge, as big around as my thighs and he was stretching his tank to its limit
across his chest. But the tattoos were the weirdest part. Dax always said he would never stain his body, but this guy had tattoos that ran
down both arms and were visible under the neck of his tank
which meant they went across his chest too.
    “Aren’t prison tattoos black?” I asked stupidly.
    Terrance looked at me like he couldn’t believe I was thinking about something so stupid. I was trying hard
to convince myself that the stranger in the corner wasn’t the man who used to
be the love of my life. If it were him, life as I had come to know it was about
to change…again.
    “No,” Terrance said simply. “Not anymore. That’s old
school. It’s him , Liv. I need to go over there. He’s
looking right at us.”
    This time I didn’t let Terrance stop me. I turned
all the way around and realized that he was looking right at us and it was most
definitely Dax . His signature jade green eyes had
always been his most captivating feature. They were huge and surrounded by
long, blond eyelashes. The first time I saw him I had trouble looking away.
However, this time I could see him looking at me, questioning. I felt my face
burning and I found the courage to turn away.
    “I’m going over there,” Terrance said. “I have to
talk to him. I owe him that much.”
    Before I had a chance to respond or protest, he headed
across the crowded bar. I didn’t expect it to go well and I really didn’t want
to watch. I couldn’t stop myself though. It was much too loud in there with the
music, the talking, and the laughing to hear anything. I watched anyway.
    Terrance casually strolled over to him. Dax was still looking at me until Terrance got right next
to the booth and then he switched his attention to my new boyfriend. I couldn’t
see well, but I didn’t see a smile on his face as he looked up at Terrance. I
saw Terrance smile and watched as Dax said something
with a look on his face that told me I was probably better off not being able
to hear him.
    Terrance was moving his hands as he talked.