share my excitement with, aren’t here. My wife and my kid. They both left me. Clenching my eyes shut, I take a deep breath and rub my free hand over my face.
Fuck, I wish I could do it. I wish I had the balls to call her. To make amends for just letting her walk away. I’m the reason they’re both gone, only I can fix it, but my fucking finger won’t press the fucking call button. Opening my eyes, I hit the middle button escaping out of her contact details and throw my phone on the bedside table, grunting at myself in the process.
Mad Dog you’re your own worst enemy!
Rolling over in my bed and exhaling at myself, I close my eyes willing a vision of Amelia to come into my thoughts. I wonder what she’s doing right now. I wonder if she thinks of me like I always think of her at night. I wonder if she’s moved on. Fuck me, I would fucking kill another man if he touched her. But I guess that’s bound to happen. I just don’t need to think or know about it. I mean, I fuck the club whores all the time, so it makes sense she’d be off with other men.
Ahhh, fuck! Stop thinking about it, Mad Dog!
I love her, that never stopped, and I was the biggest fucking idiot to let her walk out of my life. I know that now. But it’s too late to fix it. If I could, I would—I just can’t see how. She wants nothing to do with the club, and I’m the president, those two things don’t tend to mesh well together. So there’s really nothing I can do, but keep moping in my own solace. Amelia’s beautiful face fills my mind as I try to get some sleep that doesn’t easily come.
Chapter Four
The soap suds pop and fizzle against my wrinkled hands, as I frustratingly wipe the plate I’ve already wiped over three times before. My mind is off tonight. For some reason, I can’t stop thinking about the past.
“You sure you want to do this?” Candice asked, and I chuckled.
“Hey, if you can marry a club man and survive, I’m sure I can too, right?”
She laughed and shook her head. “Oh sweetheart, I married Vinnie. He’s not really what you would call a tough man, now would you? Mad Dog on the other hand? Well, he’s tough, fair, loyal and… the mother fucking president, bitch. I repeat, are you sure you want to do this?”
Smiling the brightest smile I’d ever smiled in my life, I nodded. “Fucking yeah, I do.”
“Okay then, may as well. You look fucking hot in that little lace getup, sister.”
Chuckling, I looked down at my dress. It was white, came mid-way up my thighs, the sleeves came half way down my arms, and the lace went all the way up to the top of my neck. It was cute and a very hippy seventies retro. Not very wedding style, but very biker chic.
“Let’s go get me married.”
Candice nodded and hooked her arm in mine, and I jumped slightly on the spot. I felt one of the flowers in my hair move, but it didn’t fall luckily. We walked through the clubhouse and outside. The sun shone brightly through the burning tree. The blistering of the summer sun, burning my tanned skin, didn’t even bother me. I was on a high, I was marrying my lover and dream man, the president of the Virginia Satan’s Savages. He came into view as he stood under the burning tree, dressed in black slacks, a white tank top, and his cut. His beard was neatly trimmed, but still in his customary brown triangle. His long silky brown hair tied back in a low bun. His toned body standing tall as he looked me up and down with a giant smile. My heart skipped a beat as I marched up to him to our song ‘Feels Like The First Time’ by Foreigner playing lightly in the background.
I reached out to him, his woodsy, musk scent filled my senses and a spark shot right through my very core at just the slightest touch. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to him making me giggle as my body fell into his, and he wrapped his arms around my tiny waist.
“You look fucking amazing, Millie. I can’t wait to make you my wife, I love you
Fuck, I wish I could do it. I wish I had the balls to call her. To make amends for just letting her walk away. I’m the reason they’re both gone, only I can fix it, but my fucking finger won’t press the fucking call button. Opening my eyes, I hit the middle button escaping out of her contact details and throw my phone on the bedside table, grunting at myself in the process.
Mad Dog you’re your own worst enemy!
Rolling over in my bed and exhaling at myself, I close my eyes willing a vision of Amelia to come into my thoughts. I wonder what she’s doing right now. I wonder if she thinks of me like I always think of her at night. I wonder if she’s moved on. Fuck me, I would fucking kill another man if he touched her. But I guess that’s bound to happen. I just don’t need to think or know about it. I mean, I fuck the club whores all the time, so it makes sense she’d be off with other men.
Ahhh, fuck! Stop thinking about it, Mad Dog!
I love her, that never stopped, and I was the biggest fucking idiot to let her walk out of my life. I know that now. But it’s too late to fix it. If I could, I would—I just can’t see how. She wants nothing to do with the club, and I’m the president, those two things don’t tend to mesh well together. So there’s really nothing I can do, but keep moping in my own solace. Amelia’s beautiful face fills my mind as I try to get some sleep that doesn’t easily come.
Chapter Four
The soap suds pop and fizzle against my wrinkled hands, as I frustratingly wipe the plate I’ve already wiped over three times before. My mind is off tonight. For some reason, I can’t stop thinking about the past.
“You sure you want to do this?” Candice asked, and I chuckled.
“Hey, if you can marry a club man and survive, I’m sure I can too, right?”
She laughed and shook her head. “Oh sweetheart, I married Vinnie. He’s not really what you would call a tough man, now would you? Mad Dog on the other hand? Well, he’s tough, fair, loyal and… the mother fucking president, bitch. I repeat, are you sure you want to do this?”
Smiling the brightest smile I’d ever smiled in my life, I nodded. “Fucking yeah, I do.”
“Okay then, may as well. You look fucking hot in that little lace getup, sister.”
Chuckling, I looked down at my dress. It was white, came mid-way up my thighs, the sleeves came half way down my arms, and the lace went all the way up to the top of my neck. It was cute and a very hippy seventies retro. Not very wedding style, but very biker chic.
“Let’s go get me married.”
Candice nodded and hooked her arm in mine, and I jumped slightly on the spot. I felt one of the flowers in my hair move, but it didn’t fall luckily. We walked through the clubhouse and outside. The sun shone brightly through the burning tree. The blistering of the summer sun, burning my tanned skin, didn’t even bother me. I was on a high, I was marrying my lover and dream man, the president of the Virginia Satan’s Savages. He came into view as he stood under the burning tree, dressed in black slacks, a white tank top, and his cut. His beard was neatly trimmed, but still in his customary brown triangle. His long silky brown hair tied back in a low bun. His toned body standing tall as he looked me up and down with a giant smile. My heart skipped a beat as I marched up to him to our song ‘Feels Like The First Time’ by Foreigner playing lightly in the background.
I reached out to him, his woodsy, musk scent filled my senses and a spark shot right through my very core at just the slightest touch. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to him making me giggle as my body fell into his, and he wrapped his arms around my tiny waist.
“You look fucking amazing, Millie. I can’t wait to make you my wife, I love you
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