Chapter Seven

Tracker

 

 

 

 

I walk out of the office completely pissed off at how cold she’s being. My skin feels like it’s on fire and all I want to do is go back in there and tell her to drop the shit. She’s the one who ended us, so for her to sit there and act like I’m the damn asshole is laughable. Megan is the only girl I have ever given a damn about.

But she showed me what a mistake that was.

I walk into the clubhouse, the scent of cheap perfume filling the air. The club girls are hanging out on one of the couches, flanked by a couple of brothers.

“Oh my God.”

A leggy blonde comes walking toward me, the shirt she’s wearing barely containing the tits that bounce with each step she takes. She smirks, and that’s when I realize who she is.

Alison.

High school Alison.

The bitch I basically threatened to dispose of when I caught her and her minions picking on Megan. What the hell is she doing here?

“Ryder?” Her eyes focus in on the patch I’m wearing. “Is that you?”

Great, she’s one of those.

Some of the club girls are just here for a good time, but most of them are patch chasers. They want to be an old lady and usually don’t care which brother makes them one.

“Long time no see.” Her tongue darts out and she draws it slowly over her bottom lip.

I’m about to tell her to buzz off when I realize that this is the perfect opportunity for a little revenge. “Yeah, wanna catch up some?”

Her eyebrows rise as her smile widens. “Definitely.”

I pull her to my side, wrapping my arm around her tiny waist. “Let's go for a walk.”

She giggles and it’s like nails on a chalkboard.

I catch a glimpse of Megan through the windows of the office. She is chewing on the end of the pen in her hand. With her hair hanging loosely, framing her face, she reminds me of the girl she used to be. I clench my hands, remembering what it was like to run my fingers through the soft tendrils; remembering the way her eyes looked as she stared up at me, her hair spread out behind her.

“Where are we going?” Alison whispers in my ear.

“Don’t worry about it.” I walk into the office and Megan looks up. Her eyes widen when she sees the girl attached to my side, her eyes narrowing the minute realization sets in.

“Just wanted to let you know that I’ll be busy for an hour or more.” Alison’s hand plays with the hair at the back of my neck and I can feel the tension radiating off Megan.

“Do what you want.” Her voice is hard and tense.

“Oh, I will.” I turn toward the door, my hand trailing down and gripping Alison’s ass. She squeals and pushes her tits against me. If this wasn’t revenge, I’d be disgusted with myself.

My heart sinks as we walk out of the office. As good as it felt to see her jealous and affected by Alison, now I feel like shit. Megan hurt me, but that’s something I never wanted to do to her. Ever since I walked into the office and saw her standing there I haven’t felt like myself. The memories of what we used to be invade my mind constantly.

“So are you taking me to your room?” Alison whispers in my ear.

I shake her off. “Got shit to do.”

There is no way in hell I’d ever be with that bitch, even if Megan wasn’t back in my life. I can hear her shrieks but I keep walking. There’s no way I’d go anywhere near that foul mouth.

Cutter asked me to check in with him once things got started so I head through the clubhouse and toward the back office. I knock on his door, only opening it once I hear him call out. “Just wanted to let you know that the accountant is over in the garage and everything is going smoothly.”

He doesn’t even look up from the papers he is messing with. “Think she can handle the job?”

“She'll be fine,” I say with complete confidence.

He looks up. Pushing the papers to the side and giving me his complete attention. “How’s everything else? The brothers accepting you and your guys?”

I nod. We’re not exactly braiding each other’s hair, but there’s been nothing untoward. “For the most part. I know that trust isn’t something that’s blindly given. They need to see what we’re about and, until then, it makes sense that they’re standoffish.”

“Good, I think you all will be a good addition. We have a run coming up and Pres wants two of your guys on it. Let Colt and Storm know to be ready to head out tonight at eight. They’ll be gone for a few days.”

He looks back down, dismissing me without words.

I walk out of the office, a part of me pissed that I’m not on the ride. I could use a few days to get my head on straight. I knew coming back to this town that there would be a chance I’d see her, but I never thought I’d have to be around her every damn second.

I find Colt outside, messing around with his bike. His cut is tossed over a nearby tree stump and his white shirt is covered in bike grease. I lean down to pick up a rag and toss it at him. He looks up just in time and catches it against his chest. “You and Storm are heading out for a run tonight. Cutter said it could be a few days.”

“’Bout time. Was hoping for some action.” He nods at me. “You good?”

“Just trying to adjust.”

“I’m gonna call bullshit. What’s up? I haven’t seen you this off in years. The other guys have noticed it, too.”

I rub the back of my neck, trying to work some of the tension out. “You remember that girl I told you about when we first met?”

“The one who had your head in a goddamn mess? Sure, I remember her.”

 “Well, turns out that I’m gonna be seeing her a lot more than I want to.” I jerk my head letting him know to follow me toward the garage.

From where we stand, just a few feet from the window, we have a clear view of Megan. Her head is bent over the desk, and she’s muttering something to herself. Her hair is now tied up, a pencil sticking out of it. Colt’s eyes go wide, then he turns to me and claps his hand on my shoulder.

“Brother, you’re screwed. But her being here don’t mean shit. Make sure to keep your head on. Don’t let her fuck this up for you.”

Colt is loud at the best of times, and I know he’s done it again when Megan looks up at the two of us, her eyes narrowing.

I wink at her. She wants to play this game, I’m all in. I lift my chin to Colt, walking backward, away from the garage.

Away from her.

“I’m gonna go get some shit done and avoid that damn garage as much as possible.”

He waves me off, pausing a moment too long for my liking before heading back to his bike, the gravel crunching under his heavy boots.

Inside the clubhouse is quiet. I don’t have anything to do, but being in here is better than being out there. If anything, just being as far away from the garage as possible makes it easier to breathe. The pull I feel toward her is stronger than ever and it's taking more self-control than I knew I had to stay away.

I want to go to her.

I want to ask her why she did that to us.

I want answers.