Naked Dirty Love by Selene Chardou

the best hackers in the MC world but he had many more faults than good qualities. The one line of thought running through his muddled mind centered on his worth as a human being. Perhaps Keri should’ve been his first and only chance at love.
    It was his club who’d ultimately murdered her. She died because of what he’d done and fled from like a little bitch. He’d acted impulsively and childishly yet he was alive and she was dead. It didn’t seem fair and, as much as he loved Kyra’s spunk, he couldn’t risk putting another person in danger because of his bad choices.
    Trey finished his cigarette and put it out in an ornate glass ashtray before opening the door and closing it, locking it behind himself. He walked down to the garage bay and got back to work on the Harley he’d been restoring. It was easier to get lost doing mundane work like this than to think too much.
    Hacking involved intense concentration and whenever he allowed himself to do that, his thoughts always wandered back to the last day he had Keri. There was nothing positive about thinking about her and the pain he caused himself became too much. He couldn’t wallow in his own misery anymore. It was time to move on.
    Cillian strode over and knelt near him. He sat up and looked at his brother without acknowledging anything, wrong or not.
    “Everything taken care of?” he asked, genuinely concerned. “Whatever Kyra needed to talk to you about seemed serious. You don’t have to share everything with us; as long as it doesn’t affect the club it’s your business, brother.”
    “Yeah, it’s good. I overreacted… sorry about that.” Trey paused and looked away. “I didn’t know what she wanted. If it had anything to do with Jonesy and the Bastards, I couldn’t deal with it, not today—not right now.”
    “That’s obvious, brother. Doesn’t look like you can concentrate on much of anything at the moment—not that anyone blames you. Was she able to shed any light on…the body?”
    Trey winced at Cillian’s careful words. Yeah, the body. Unfortunately, Keri was nothing but a rotting corpse interred at Black Oak Cemetery.
    He nodded, purposely choosing to be non-committal. “I know where she is. Her dad had her shipped back here and buried in the Decker family plot. I want to go see her but I don’t know—I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.”
    His brother patted him firmly on the back. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. You lost your parents and your brother… then you lost Keri. I suggest you go see her one last time, even if only to yell in frustration. You need to go through the process, Trey. No one expects you to be Mr. Perfect, least of all me.”
    Trey sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “You’re right, as always. I guess I should take off early, shower, and go see her before the weather gets any worse.”
    Cillian smirked. “We’re expecting a snow storm tonight, brother. I’d suggest you leave as soon as possible.” He walked back into the garage bay while Trey turned around and headed back into the clubhouse.
    In record timing, he’d showered, shaved, and slid on a pair of slightly baggy jeans, a long black and red flannel shirt before sliding his cut over the ensemble. It was dangerous to ride out to Black Oak looking the way he did, but he simply didn’t have a single fuck to give at this point.
    He needed to say goodbye to Keri, once and for all.
    Trey drove the Escalade to the impoverished town and directly to the cemetery. It was miraculously well kept compared to the rundown section of the Tri-Towns area. He could only guess the reason there weren’t incidents of grave robbery was because most of the meth-addicts were too afraid to cross the White Knights.
    The Decker Family Plot took up a nice size of real estate in the cemetery. It wasn’t a secret the Knights had lost more than their fair share of members over the years though Nel, his brother, Brad, and a couple cousins who were