Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)(30)

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m just so confused, I miss my uncomplicated life.”

I laugh, “But your ‘uncomplicated life’ didn’t include a drop-dead-sex-on-2-wheels biker?” Don’t I know about ‘uncomplicated life’.

“Drop-dead-sex-on-2-wheels, MARRIED biker,” she replies. I slam on my breaks and swerve to the side of the road. “Holy fuck Vicky, what the hell is wrong with you? One little incident and bum boy behind us will call it in!” I cannot believe I didn’t pick it up.

“That fucking piece of slimy shit! I don’t care about those pretty green eyes, or those perfect dimples, or that hellish smirk. Homeboy is going down.”

Alaina laughs at me and it softens me a bit, she has a tendency to do that.

“You know I love you right?” I tap her on the knee.

“I love you too, girl.”

Getting back onto the road, I look behind us and see ‘bum boy’ is still following close behind. I smirk; because these boys have no idea how much work Alaina and I are when we are together. No idea.



We walk back into our apartment; and it reminds me of all the realities that are happening to me right now, and the severity of my situation. I am going to be a solo mom. I almost crack right then and there; if it weren’t for Alaina walking out with a bottle of Jägermeister, I would have. She goes to hand me a drink, and I pretend to sip on it until she walks out the room; then it goes straight down the sink. I can’t say that I’m not drinking tonight; she will work it out, and I can’t lie to her. I definitely cannot lie to this girl.

She walks out after her shower, pouring another shot. Oh fuck, I am going to have my work cut out for me tonight. “Okay Vick, I want ‘come get it’ mixed with ‘but will I give it?’ Help me.” I have no idea what she is on about, but I smile a cheesy smile because I know the exact dress that she will pull off. “I know just the piece.”

Following me to my room, I pull open my wardrobe and start throwing clothes out over my shoulder; it’s not like it was 100% in order before anyway. Life is too short to worry about how fucking tidy things are, as long as you are clean, it’s good. Shit could be worse. I mean, you could wake up one day and be a pregnant solo-mom-to-be, to a biker who does not even want you. Saying that in my head makes it sound just as bad as it is. Oh boy, what the fuck have I gotten myself into this time? Daddy cannot buy me out of this dilemma. I freeze in my thoughts. Fuck, I had not even thought of my damn parents. They are going to be so disappointed in me; my brothers Dominic and Jacob will probably want to drive here to bury Blake, too. Yeah, right. My brothers may be big men, but there is no way they will have a chance with someone as ruthless as Blake. You only have to look at Blake to see the death that sits behind his eyes; his eyes are as black as his soul. When he is with me, he is different. Well, at least I though he was.

“Aha! Here it is,” I say to Alaina, as I am pulling the little white dress out from its hibernating spot. “This will look perfect with your ‘fuck me’ boots.” She fluffs it out in front of her and looks to me, “Yes, exactly what I need.”

After putting on a trusty tight little black dress and stilettos, I make my way into the kitchen; leaving my hair dead straight as it falls past my waist. “Are we ready?”

She nods while picking up her clutch. “Definitely.”



I drive us there, because that can be my excuse as to why I am not drinking; and we pick Hailey up on the way because she was adamant to come with us, probably just to quiz me to see what is wrong with me.

Walking into the bar, I roll my eyes at all the stares coming from men. Usually I would be all over the attention, but since Blake blew up in my life, I have not been interested. The baby thing fucks it up, too. I’m keeping an eye on Alaina, who is currently putting many drinks away; Zane must have really worked a number on her. I give her eyes that say, ‘Slow the fuck down,’ feeling a lot like a hypocrite, but not caring at all.

“Oh my fucking god, who is that?” Hailey asks, looking over at Hunter, a.k.a ‘Bum Boy.’

“Oh, him?” Alaina asks casually. “That's my babysitter. You like?” She wiggles her eyebrows, making me almost spit my water out everywhere. I hate when she does it, her eyebrows move so perfectly that it’s scary. “Mmmm, I like.” Hailey responds, as she makes her way over to him. I shake my head in disapproval; nothing good can come from liking a biker. Well, apart from a baby. Alaina yanking my arm towards the dance floor interrupts my thoughts; holy fuck the girl has some serious power behind her little frame. I follow her onto the dance floor as we start booty dancing to Trick Trick’s “Twerk Dat, Pop That”. I drop it low, bringing it back up. I’m laughing as I swing my head around, grinding up onto Alaina; and that is when I see Blake. I am almost certain that my whole world stops as panic sets in.