Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Landon laughed. “Of course, dude. We all have to go through shit. It takes time. We’ve all got to learn to count on each other, and if we can’t stick around cleaning each other’s shit, and you know, filth and stuff, then how can you rely on someone to have your back?”
He got it and completely understood why this was happening. Most of his life, Duke had been the Prez of Trojans MC, and all of his life, Duke had been part of the MC. Matthew knew the reasons for prospecting, and why it was so important, but even still, all he’d done for the past month was clean bikes. Clean bikes, clean bedrooms, do laundry, wash toilets. That was it. Nothing else.
Even though he knew something was going down. He didn’t exactly know what it was, or the full extent of it, but something was going down. Something big.
Yet his dad wouldn’t tell him about it. At home, they didn’t discuss club stuff. Not anymore. Duke had put a limit on it. Matthew didn’t even know if he discussed club stuff with Holly. Either way, it didn’t matter, because he had no intention of complaining.
Landon had gotten through all of this shit. He would as well.
Rick and Kid could have their important errands and shadowing. He was going to clean the bikes. They were going to be so squeaky clean, the fuckers would skid right off them.
Just as he was about to clean Pie’s bike, he heard the rumble of engines, and sure enough, his dad and Preach arrived at the clubhouse. They looked pissed off.
Matthew grabbed his cloth and was about to touch Pie’s bike when his dad called him. “Matthew, my office, now.”
Landon gave a low whistle, but Matthew didn’t have a clue what he’d done. Unlike when he was a kid, he was actually keeping his nose clean these days. He wasn’t a fucking idiot. Being a prick when he was younger had taught him a big lesson. He’d lost the only good thing in his life, or potentially one of the best things in his life. Not that Luna was a thing. When it came to her, he always had a way of fucking up. Now, he didn’t have a clue about how to win her back. He was clueless.
Leaving his cleaning stuff near Pie’s bike, he got to his feet and headed inside. A couple of women were hanging around several of the men. It was a slow day. Not a whole lot of shit was happening.
Entering his father’s office, he saw his dad as he gathered up a few pieces of paperwork and shoved them in his desk before taking a seat.
Matthew sat opposite him. And waited.
Duke stared at him.
He’d done nothing wrong. No parties. No knocking girls up. He’d been clean for a while. He wasn’t even chasing any of the free pussy at the club.
The only woman he wanted was Luna. The one that got away. The one he couldn’t have.
“Are you my dad right now or my Prez?” Matthew asked.
“Did you know Luna’s in town?”
Matthew frowned. “She was here a while back, but I haven’t seen her. Why?”
“She’s working at the diner for Mac again. She’s house-sitting,” Duke said.
“Oh.”
She had returned to Vale Valley and she hadn’t said anything.
“What if it’s beyond repair?”
“I’ll fix it, because this between us can never truly be broken.”
That was the last thing he said to her, or something like that. The next day, Luna was gone, and he figured he had in some way messed up again. It was a habit he’d gotten into with her. One he needed to fix.
“I had no idea.”
“I can see that.”
Matthew ran a hand down his face. “How, er, how did she, is she, okay?”
Duke sat back and stared at him. “I don’t know. I think she was a little afraid to be serving me, but that’s to be expected. Do I need to know anything about what’s going on between the two of you?”
“Nah, it’s nothing.” Matthew snorted. “It can’t be anything, can it? She didn’t even tell me she was back here.”
“Is this going to be an issue for you?”
“What issue could I have?” Matthew asked.
The truth was, he was angry, but he gritted his teeth because he didn’t have a right to be. Luna had never promised him anything. Not a damn thing. Not even when he got her in the back of his truck. Why had he fucked that up? He’d been such a fucking dick.
Even he hated the stupid memories.
He’d seen her in the hallway. The pain and betrayal in her eyes, but rather than claim her and own up to wanting her, he’d ignored her. Screwed around. Played the ultimate bad boy, and in the end, he was the one left begging.
“Son, you haven’t made it a secret that you are obsessed with this girl.”