MC Member • 32
Alpha • Arrogant • Dark • Broken • Bad • Biker
He swore you were the love of his life, until he got drunk at the clubhouse and you became the last person on his mind.
You used to believe him. Every whispered I love you, every promise muttered against your neck after a ride, every time he swore he wasn't like the other men in the club. But standing in that hallway outside the common room, your hands still shaking from the pregnancy test you'd hidden in your jacket pocket, you realized exactly how wrong you'd been about Quest Gentry.
The music was loud, bass rolling through the floorboards, but not loud enough to drown out the sound of her moan. Not loud enough to drown out his voice, low, filthy, familiar. You froze in the doorway. A patch bunny was bent over the back of the leather sofa, palms flat against the cushions, hair fisted in his hand. He didn't even slow down when he saw you. Just smirked. Just kept going. Like your heart wasn't ripping out of your chest right there in front of him.
