Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)(18)

He laughs again, “Yeah, your sister likes it in the ass.” Instantly after he has finished that sentence, I draw my knife out of his leg and stab it right into his temple; circling it around, making sure it is effective. Once I know he is dead, I look over to the junkie; lift my gun and shot him point blank in the head. Now I feel satisfied.

“We need to tidy this shit up. Set it up right or Abby is going to have our ass on a platter,” Zane says as I wipe the blood from my face.

“I’m not done. Treasure is next.”





He is a biker



Vicky

After getting no reply from Blake, I make my way into the kitchen and start pouring drink after drink. What a way to spend my last night here. Fucking Blake fucking Rendon. Fuck him, and his sexy ass pack of fucking bikers. Dwelling on my thoughts with bourbon in my hand, I start to over-think everything, so I make my way upstairs to run myself a bath. When it’s full right to the very top, I get in with my bottle in hand. This is why I hate relationships; this is why I avoid them. I hate the “what’s he thinking, what’s he doing” side of things, they suck, and we are not even close to being in a relationship. Picking up my phone, I scroll through my contacts and see Ryder has added his number, so according to my drunk mind, I text him. Stupid, why did I do this.

Me: “Ryder? Can you Ryd-er hard and fast? ‘Her’ being me.”

I laugh at myself; realising I am very drunk, borderline wasted.

Ryder: “I guess only your mouth would know ;). Are you drinking?”

My mouth does know, and my mouth wants it again. Fuck Blake.

Me: “We could change that.”

I text him my address.

Ryder: “Be there soon.”



After reading that line, I shoot up out of the bath; water splashing all over the floor. Which apparently is hilarious; because I’m laughing so hard that I slip over the huge puddle, smashing the side of my eye on the bathtub; which is apparently funnier. Now I have blood dripping out of my eyebrow and I am sitting here naked, my hair everywhere and after all that, I still have an unspoilt bottle of bourbon in my hand. That takes skill.

I pull on my nightie the best way I can, and make my way downstairs to try to find a first aid kit. When I am passing my front door, I hear a knock so I make my way towards it, opening it ready to greet Ryder; only seeing that it’s Blake. My face drops, along with his. “What the fuck happened to your eye?”

I giggle while I tell him the story, slurring all over the place. Oh wow, you really need to eat something, Vick. He walks in shutting the door, and snatches the bottle out of my hand. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

“What? I am getting drunk. This is officially my last night here, I want to end it drunk,” I respond, snatching my bottle back off him while he is distracted in his thoughts.

“Like fuck. Unless you want to spend the night spewing, you need to put this shit down.” He takes it back off me, putting it on the bench. I see him eye me up and down and his face softens a little bit; at least I think it did, I couldn’t tell. Then there is another knock at the door. My face pales, and I think I sober up a little at the realisation of what is about to happen. Stumbling to the door, Okay, nope definitely did not sober up at all, I rush towards it but Blake beats me there. “Easy tiger, go and sit down.”

“No Blake, fuck—“

He opens the door, with Ryder standing on the other side.



Blake

“Ryder? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Shit, sorry bro.” What the fuck. I look back at a very drunk Vicky, and her face is scrunched up like a kid that just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Care to explain?” I ask her, clenching my fists together. She exhales quickly, “I text Ryder to come over.” She fucking what? “Fuck sake Vicky, I’m fucking over this shit.” I look over to Ryder, who like always, thinks this is amusing. “Blake, you fucking said that we could see other people!” she slurs.

“Not fucking Ryder, not people I fucking know Vicky!”

She pauses, thinking it over for a second. “Shit, I didn’t think of that, I’m so sorry Blake.” Fuck, this girl is doing it all wrong. I look over to Ryder and say, “Leave.” He nods his head before getting back into his car and leaving. Shutting the door, I turn to her and see she still has blood coming out of her eye. “Come on, I’ll clean you up.”

She follows me to the kitchen. When we get there, I lift her up onto the bench and start cleaning her eye with a disinfectant wipe. I am trying really fucking hard not to look deep into her hazel eyes. The way she looks at me? It is as if I am the only man she sees. I know that’s not true, because she just hit Ryder up less than an hour ago. “Blake? I really do suck at all this; I don’t know what to do.” I fail and look into her eyes anyway.