was like a modern Betty Paige or Marilyn Monroe complete with a perfect pout and black and red locks. But underneath all the punk beauty was a manipulative seductress who couldn’t be trusted. She was a regular Eve and how she got to move on with no pain or consequences while he suffered in silence, he would never quite grasp.
"You do whatever you want, Sophia, but don’t expect me to look at you like I know you."
He hung up on her shaking with anger. The only thing that made him start his engine again was the fact that he had a report to give to Pops and a party to get to. There he would be able to drink and get a new tattoo to cover up the one he had gotten for her so long ago. Perhaps he would begin to forget about the pain she had caused once it healed.
He pulled back out onto the road going way too fast for his own good, but he needed to feel the exhilaration of a dangerous ride. Once he reached about seventy-five miles an hour he popped a wheelie causing those on the road to honk at him in warning. He didn’t care. It felt amazing, and he let out a big laugh before placing his bike carefully back down just in time to exit the highway.
He was glad to be so close to the bar so he could get inside and find a way to forget about the awful phone call he had to endure and enjoy his last days with The Shadows without Sophia around to ruin it for him.
When he pulled into the parking lot he could see several members starting to stream in for the party as well as the women that had been picked to party with them for the night. The MC had few female members, and many of the younger men hated getting involved with someone they would see every day if things went south anyway. So, they often hired escorts, or went out and brought in college girls who would keep quiet about whatever they saw there, to party with the MC.
He pulled haphazardly into a parking space at the side of the bar and decided to cut into the back and see if he could get in for a tattoo right away.
Diesel put on his game face and made his way through the door. He knew he was giving off his usual cocky and dangerous vibe as he passed by several members that moved out of his way down the hallway. He peeked his head into the tattoo room only to find a couple of drunk girls in there flirting and getting tattoos. He would have to wait until later. So, his intention was to head to report to Pops and get a drink.
As he came down the hallway and reached the end he was stopped in his tracks by a girl he didn't recognize. He had to think fast because his mind was becoming a little jumbled by the fact that she looked amazing and not at all like other girls involved with the MC. He guessed someone had invited her. Her hair was long and messy but in a sexy sort of way. Her stomach was completely bare, and it was flat and smooth to the point where he wanted to touch it just to see what it felt like. Her leather pants hugged her so tight that he could see every curve of her legs. But there were so many reasons he couldn’t get involved with her or even let on that he was interested. His heart couldn’t handle it, and he could tell by looking at her that she wasn't like the other girls there. She was a good, nice girl even under all the black clothes and makeup. She deserved better than a dangerous life with some criminal sleezeball belonging to the MC. Diesel hoped she was on her way out, and just to be sure, he said the rudest thing that came to mind.
"Would you mind moving out of the way?" the girl nodded her head slowly and stepped slightly to the side. "I don't know who found you, but I don’t think any of us want a dumb chick who also doesn't even look like a woman," he said coldly.
The look of hurt on her face almost made him hurt. But it was for her own good. He was about to look away and move on when none other than Spencer stepped up beside her protectively and glared at him. Was she there with Spencer? Diesel had never seen him with a girl in a romantic