Copyright: Trish Haill Associates 2019
Badly burned and injured, Iíve lost everything. I canít fight fires anymore, or even ride my bike.
I brood, alone, even have thoughts of ending my life. What had I got to live for?
That was when I hit the lowest point and the start of wanting to fight back.
I needed someone beside me. I didnít expect to find a friend in Allie.
Was she like the rest of the sweet butts just wanting to become an old lady? Had she sunk her claws into me as she thought I was easy? Was she ignoring my scars just so Iíd patch her?
Was she encouraging me back to the club for her own interests or for mine?
Could I move past the fact all my brothers had known her intimately?
I enjoy sex. Not going to apologise for that. But Truck? He was different. It wasnít just getting off, with him, it had been something else. Something I wanted to explore.
Before Iíd got my chance heíd gone and never came back.
The club wants him back, so I volunteered to try to reach him.
My heart shattered when I found him scarred, broken and angry, but I wouldnít let him push me away. He needed a friend, and I could be that.
I canít hope for anything more. Bikers never fall for sweet butts do they?
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