Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 (10 page)

I’m drinking in the bar at the clubhouse when Zane comes through. He pulls out a seat next to me, and orders a drink before looking over at me.

“Anything you want to tell me?” he asks, taking a sip of his beer.

I nod my head and tap on the bench. “I followed the high target (HT) to a warehouse, the same warehouse my dad took me to for my first fight to the death.”

Zane looks to me, eyebrows scrunched together. “So you killed Bruce Peyton. Why? And I really hope you give me a better reason than your anger issues, brother. This has just started a war.”

I clenched my jaws tightly together. “I’ll handle it. Whoever they get to fill him, I’ll handle him, as I will the next person and the next. Until I can think of something that will end their whole fucking organization.”

Zane places his drink down and turns to me. “Brother, we’ll handle it together. You, me, and Blake? We were brothers before these cuts bonded us together. We got you.” I smiled up at him and nodded.

Walking out of the clubhouse, and lighting my cigarette, I see Phoebe pull up in her Black 2015 Nissan GTR Godzilla. It has all black everything, black rims, black tints, and black lights. It’s fucking immaculate, and so is Phoebe. She’s been a car enthusiast since she could walk. It had driven Blake crazy when she started going to street races, not just attending them, but racing in them also.

“Hey Phoebs, looking for bridezilla?” I ask, blowing out a smoke ring.

She coughs and whips the smoke away from her face. “Ade, you need to ditch the smokes. How do you lift and smoke at the same time? I don’t get it.”

I laugh. “I lift iron Phoebs, and I don’t fuck with cardio.”

Her heels start clicking as she walks in, before whipping around to look at me. “Ade, do not fuck with Kalie more than you already have. Please. The last thing she needs is drama. Her ex still harasses her phone and I ju—”

I cut her off, as soon as she said the word “ex,” I see red. “What do you mean, ex? I didn’t know she had an ex?”

Phoebe’s eyes narrow, as she crosses her arms in front of her and smirks. “Oh? You didn’t think you were the only one, did you? Ade, the girl is tearing up the streets of Hollywood Hills. She’s the latest Louis Vuitton handbag, and everyone wants their hands on it,” I state before walking off to the bar.

I didn’t realize I was fisting my hands together so tightly, till I feel my nails dig into my palm. Throwing down my smoke and stamping on it, I put on my helmet and ride out to see Drago. There’s no way this fucker is living past this week.

“Carter!” I scold down the phone line at my best friend’s crassness.

“Oh, what? I’m just saying if you give him the nookie, it might change.”

I roll my eyes while pulling bagels out of the toaster.

“He left last night, and he left a note with his number. I guess, I should text him?” I ask a little unsure.

“What are you eating?”

“A bagel, why?” I reply deadpan.

“Put the bagel down, Kalie. You have two weeks of not dancing, and we all know it goes straight to your ass.”

I drop my knife to the bench. “You know what, Priscilla Queen of the Desert, just for that comment I’ll be laying doubles down.”

He gasps dramatically. “Kalie-Rose! I’m not a drag.”

“Yet, girlfriend. You’re not a drag—
yet
.”

I take a big bite of my bagel, so he can hear the crunch and moan out in delight.

“All right, I’ve gotta go. I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too, bitch.”

Laughing I hang up my phone. I love Carter, we can thoroughly cuss the shit out of each other, but he’s like a brother to me and I love him dearly. I’m pouring myself a coffee when my phone rings again, I pick it up without looking mainly because I think it’s Carter again.

“What’s the matter? Forgot to tell me how big his cock was last night?” I say smiling down the phone.

“Kalie-Rose Reynolds! You watch that mouth.” I throw my hand up to my mouth at the sound of my mother’s voice. “Did he tell you, though? You know? How big it was?”

I scrunch up my face, dropping my bagel back onto my plate. My appetite is all but gone. “Mom, eew, no! I am not going there with you.”

She laughs. “All right honey, how are you? I’m just checking in.”

I pull my top off and my jeans. “Good. Vicky’s the ultimate bridezilla, but it’s all good.”

I hear her whistle through the phone and mumble out ordering another drink.

“Mom? Are you sipping margaritas at ten in the morning?”

She giggles. “Oh honey, when you have kids and they move out of home, you will understand.”

I huff my hair out of my face. “You have one kid, Mom, me. I didn’t think I was that bad, not bad enough to drive you to drink at ten in the morning anyway.”

She gulps down her drink. “That’s not why I called sweetie. Your father and I want to see you. When can you come and see us?”

I take hold of my phone and put it onto speaker, throwing it onto the bed so I can get changed properly. “I’ll try and make it over there soon. I promise. It’s just so far.”

“Kalie, we live in Vegas, not Chewbacca.”

I stop what I’m doing and laugh. “Mom, Chewbacca is not a town.”

“Yeah, yeah. Please come see us, darling?”

“I will Mom. I better go. I have a bride to please.”

“Okay honey, I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

Quickly brushing through my hair, platting it into a messy fishtail braid going down the side of my neck, I throw on a loose off-the-shoulder T-shirt and some denim short-shorts before heading down to my car. Popping open my door, I get in. Reaching into my bag, I pull out my sunnies and see my phone reminding me I need to text Ade. “Fuck! He probably…oh fuck it. I’ll just text him.” After slapping my forehead for talking to myself, I pull my phone out and text him.

Me:
Hey, it’s Kalie.

Throwing my phone back into my bag, I set off to Vicky and Blake’s house. When I get there, I pull into the main gates and park my car outside their enormous house.
Seriously, are they all rich?
They must have their hands in all sorts of business. I’m making my way up to the door when Vicky swings it open, hair everywhere and mascara smudged over her face.

“You look like shit, Polly,” I say, walking into her house. We like to call each other Polly, not sure why. It probably started from a bottle of alcohol.

“My dress, it’s not going to be ready on time. I just know it.”

I pat her on the back.

“Give me the number and let me make some calls, I’m sure you’re just over-reacting.”

I walk into the kitchen and sit on one of the bar stools, when Alaina, Phoebe, and another girl with dyed red hair and dark green eyes walks in. We are her only bridesmaids, Vicky doesn’t have many friends. It has a lot to do with the fact that she can be hard to deal with but in the best way. I love her to bits.

“Abby this is Kalie. Kalie this is Abby.” Vicky points between us.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” I smile at her.

She narrows her eyes, without smiling back. “Wish I could say that the feeling was mutual,” she retorts with a snarky tone.

I raise my eyebrows. “Oookay then…” I respond awkwardly.

I don’t think too much about her hostility, I’ll ask Vicky about it later.

“So, bridal party tomorrow night,” I say with a smirk.

Alaina laughs. “Yeah, should be fun.”

Phoebe looks to me through brown eyes and brushes her long white-blonde hair back behind her shoulder. She looks so similar to her brother. “Yeah, if Ade doesn’t pull the caveman card on you for the one-hundredth time and drag your ass out of there.”

Coughing awkwardly, I look over at Alaina. I know her and Ade are close, so I don’t know if I’m comfortable talking about him in front of her. She must catch my look because she laughs.

“Oh, Kalie! No, you can say whatever you want about Ade. Just please, don’t mention his hoe-wrecker.”

I laugh and spit my drink out. “I’m sorry, what?”

She looks at me confused. “You know, it’s what he calls his cock!”

I laugh aloud this time, clutching my stomach. “Well, that’s interesting. You learn something new every day.” I continue, “But no, we have an agreement…I think. He said he doesn’t want me like that.”

“I would believe him,” Abby mumbles from beneath her glass.

I instantly know that whatever this girl’s problem is, it has a lot to do with Ade.

Vicky laughs, walking to the cupboard getting some glasses down and pouring us wine.

“Girl, you’re a fool if you think he doesn’t want you. I’ve never seen Ade Nixon chase pussy before.”

I look to Vicky with my mouth wide. “Vicky, he’s not chasing me.”

Alaina butts in, eating a handful of grapes. “No, she’s right, babe. Ade is a very dark man. Emotionally shut off from the world, therefore, he cares for no one. Aside from his brothers, there’s only one other girl he’s ever cared about.”

I didn’t actually stop to think whether he might have a partner or a wife or anything.

I swallow a lump that’s formed in my throat. “Do tell, I’m intrigued.”

She laughs. “It’s nothing like that. Ade is the epitome of unattainable. Women flock to his bed in hopes that they can finally tame the bad boy with no emotions. Hoping that maybe they are the one. Sadly, all they end up with is their heart in shambles along with their self-esteem. He’s a prick and he walks all over women. Uses and abuses then discards them.”

I drop my smile. “Even more reason to stay away from him, I guess.”

She grabs onto my hand. “Mmm, honey, I don’t think you have a choice. That’s also not why I just said all that. Does he treat you like that?”

I shake my head and she nods. “I rest my case.”

I tilt my head at her. “Who’s the girl? That he cares about?”

She takes a drink and drags her eyes across the table. “That would be Abby here.” Pointing to the red-haired bitch, smiling proudly at me. “She was raised with all of them. Although, I think her and Ade are a little deeper than her and the rest of the boys. They had a bond at a young age Zane said. Is that right?” she asks Abby.

Abby nods. “Yeah, you could say that.” She smirks at me.

I raise my eyebrows. “Right, okay. Anyway, for the hen’s party what are we thinking?”

Alaina stands, pouring another glass. “So, I was thinking, a stretch limo driving us around all night while we hit the town dressed as slutty as we can? You know, to support our ex-slutty friend on her final night of being single.”

I giggle. “A bit lame isn’t it? You guys are old ladies, and you,” I say pointing over to Phoebe, “you have an over-the-top, over-protective, brother. This sounds like trouble.”

Alaina nods her head. “Yes, but I’m in charge and I want this.”

I sit back into my chair and drink the rest of my drink. This is so not going to go down well
,
not at all.

“Brother, have you heard what the girls are planning for tonight?” Blake asked Zane.

Snatching a bottle from the bar, I make my way over to them, pulling out a chair and swinging it around to sit on it backward. They all look at me awkwardly.

“What?” I ask, and Zane laughs.

“Can we talk about this without you losing your shit?”

I smile. “Very funny. I’ve already told Kalie, I won’t be going near her.”

This is true, I did tell her that, but I don’t intend on following through with it. She’s different, this much I know. I’m completely aware of how much she means to me. I fucking hate it. I hate everything about the fact that she brings out feelings in me, brings out that same humanity I buried a long time ago. But a man wants what a man wants, and what I want, is her.