Biker Faith by Ellie R Hunter Page B

more full than it usually is. It is surprising how quickly everyone has adapted to the change in leadership and with Michael not around the place anymore, the sense of brotherhood is at an all-time high.
    Barbie has managed to pull Bonnie towards the dance floor. She can sense the adjustment from everyone and looks damn good with confidence, as she begins to sway her hips to the beat of the song.
    The real Bonnie is really beginning to come through and I find her fascinating. I wonder if she could ever let go and be herself while she was with the Ghost Riders and then quickly scrap that thought. She was a broken shell when she first come here and in a matter of weeks in a different environment, she is finding herself and I like it.
    The way she is gyrating her body is making me hard, again. Luckily Cas comes over and I turn my back to her and order another beer.
    “Seems like you’ve made your point ,” he says leaning against the bar.
    “Good ,” I grumble.
    “Never thought I’d see you with an old lady ,” he chuckles, watching me closely.
    “She’s hardly my old lady ,” I snort, “I like fuckin’ her and spendin’ time with her.”
    “Sounds like old lady material to me. Why did you claim her if that wasn’t what you’re thinking?” he asks.
    I shrug my shoulders, but I do know why.
    “I want to protect her. You remember the doc telling us she has scars everywhere. Well, he weren’t fuckin’ wrong, she’s covered in them. Plus, I don’t know her well enough to make her my old lady. She won’t tell me a fuckin’ thing about who hurt her,” I tell him.
    I feel shit for saying it because it’s not fair to her. She doesn’t know who she is herself yet and I am enjoying exploring that with her.
    “You’ve gotten close now, ask her again ,” he says, as if I hadn’t thought of that already.
    “Like I said, I ain’t makin’ her no old lady of mine, so what’s the fuckin’ point?”
    I grunt becoming angry. A ngry at Cas for bringing it up tonight and angry at myself for saying shit about her.
    “Since when have I ever hinted that I want to be your old lady?” I hear from behind me. I twist round on the stool to find Bonnie standing right behind us.
    She looks pissed. How much did she hear? I lean over to pull her into me but she steps back and then fully retreats back to my room.
    “Fuckin’ hell!” I roar, “How the fuck do I fix that?” I ask Cas, who I know is silently happy that this might cause her to leave the clubhouse.
    “Hey, you are the one who said you ain’t makin’ her your old lady so why bother chasing her? Just leave her,” he shrugs.
    I can’t do that, they don’t know her like I do and even then, I don’t know much. Looks like I am on my own with this one. Draining the rest of my beer, I slam the bottle down on the bar and head to my room.

Chapter Ten
     
    Bonnie...
     
     
    I knew it was too good to be true. It hadn’t crossed my mind about becoming his old lady, I know where I stand, so why would he talk like that? And to talk to Cas about my scars at the bar where anyone could overhear is plain disrespectful to me. He knows how I feel about them. All these years I have kept them hidden from everyone and now they are slowly becoming public knowledge. Oh, and I couldn’t have been more aware I wasn’t old lady material but to hear it from Sparky himself hurt like a bitch though. All these weeks I’ve been asking myself, run or stay? Now is time to run, I can’t stay here anymore.
    Promising not to cry when I find his door locked, I begin to get angry. Why can’t I have a simple life?
    It’s not long till Sparky comes up behind me and unlocks the door. I escape through it as soon as it is open and furiously start packing.
    “Look, I don’t know how much you heard, but you got it all wrong ,” he begins. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, but it’s not like he knows too much ‘cos you tell me fuckin’ nothing about yourself,” he says, pacing the