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Neve
I crouch in front of my miserable five-year-old daughter, wiping her chubby wet cheeks with the pads of my thumbs. “Come on sweetie, it really isn’t so bad. You’ll be back home before you know it and I’m sure your Daddy has so much planned that you won’t even have time to miss me,” I reassure her, even though it’s killing me to push her, when she doesn’t want to go.
She sniffles again, more tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. “He doesn’t play with me, he’s always too busy,” she cries. I know she’s right, she’s not being dramatic. I doubt Finn wants to see Harlee anymore than she wants to see him. He never wanted her from the second I found out I was expecting, and nothing’s changed, apart from now I’ve left him she’s his key to get to me.
“How about when you get home tomorrow, we go out to the cinema, or we can just stay home and watch films all day? You get to choose.” Harlee nods her head, her sad frown still marring her innocent face. I hate Saturdays, I hate handing my little girl over to my ex-husband, but I know he’ll make my life hell if I don’t.
The low sound of rumbling fills the air and I watch my new neighbour rolling his motorbike to a stop. The guy only moved in a week ago, and already he’s driving me insane. His noisy bike has woken Harlee more than once during the night.
He dismounts the large machine and removes his helmet. As annoying as he is, I can’t help but check him out at every opportunity. It isn’t often you got to see a six-foot something biker on your doorstep looking as good as he does. His brown shoulder length hair is pulled back into a tight man bun and even though I never go for guys with long hair, I feel strangely attracted to the biker. Having a six pack, tattoos and a golden tan, helps his cause.
“Good morning Siren,” he says with a wink. He pulls a rose from his side of the fence and saunters towards us. Bending down on one knee he holds out the rose to Harlee, who giggles and accepts it with a curtsy. “And good morning to you, Ms Harlee. Why do you look so upset?”
“I have to go and see my Daddy,” she mutters, looking down sadly at the rose. Griffin stands, towering over me so I have to tip my head back to see him clearly.
“Well Siren, you kept that quiet, you’re not with the little ones Daddy?” he asks, arching a brow.
“My name is Neve,” I reply, indignantly, “And why would I tell you anything about my personal life.” We have the sort of banter where I pretend he’s not hot and he pretends I’m his world.
“Because we’re neighbours. I’m old fashioned that way, and I like to be able to walk into each other’s houses and borrow a cup of sugar, talk about our day and discuss relationships.”
I watch the black car stop outside of my house. “You’d better not walk into my house uninvited, or I’ll put a knife in your chest,” I whisper to Griffin, as I take Harlee by the hand and step closer to the vehicle.
Max, Finn’s driver, steps out from the driver’s side. “Finnegan had better be in the back Max, I’ve already told him that he needs to be here to collect her,” I warn. I’ve had countless arguments because Finn likes to send a car to collect his daughter rather than turn up himself. The last time it happened, I’d refused to let Max take her, resulting in a huge argument between us both.
“Relax Neve he’s in the back,” Max says, like he’s bored of my nagging, while pulling the door open. Finn steps out, casting his eyes briefly towards Griffin, who remains watching the whole exchange with interest.
I take note of his expensive suit and his designer shoes and roll my eyes. Coming around this area dressed like that, is purely for attention. Why can’t he just wear what normal men wear at the weekend.
I’ve never had the same interest in money as Finn, which was why I only take a small amount from him in maintenance money to help raise Harlee.
Finn steps towards me and places his hand on my lower back, dangerously close to my arse. He kisses the side of my head, and then picks Harlee up and kisses her on the cheek. “How are my girls?” he asks, smiling. I shudder, he makes my skin crawl with his smarmy ways.
“Harlee is feeling a little unsettled, please spend time with her Finn,” I warn him firmly.
“I always do,” he replies passing her to Max, so that he can secure her in her car seat. “What are your plans for the evening?”
I contemplate not telling him, but I know it’ll end in an argument, and Harlee is already upset. “Mya is popping over for a catch up, and then I plan on an early night.” Finn places his finger under my chin and raises my head so that I’m looking at him.
“I’ll call you later. Answer.” He places a firm kiss against my lips and gets back into the car.
“Let me kiss Harlee.” Finn opens his door, indicating that I should lean over him to kiss her goodbye. I sigh and lean over his knee, noting that he places his hand over my arse for a second time. “Be a good girl and we’ll watch whatever movies you choose tomorrow, okay.” I place tiny kisses all over her face, making her giggle. “I love you Popple,” I whisper.
“I love you too Mummy,” she replies, looking slightly happier.
I watch the car drive away, my heart aching in my chest. “You have a kid with Finnegan Lawrence,” says Griffin, stepping forward and giving me a quizzical look. It isn’t unusual for people to recognise Finn, although those that do are usually criminals.
“Was he responsible for saving your arse, or putting it away?” I ask, turning back towards my house and heading up the path.
“I don’t need bent lawyers to save me, I rely on the truth.”
I glance back and give him a smile. “I have to get inside and tidy up. My friend is coming over. It was nice catching up, but remember what I said Griffin, stay out of my house unless I invite you.”
He gives a salute and a cheeky wink, “Understood Siren.”
Neve suddenly removes her top and replaces it with a pink pyjama one. The phone rings off. She then grabs a few wipes from a packet on her dressing table and makes quick work of removing her makeup. All the while, I don’t ask questions and when the phone shrills again, she dives into bed and tussles her hair before answering. “What?” she asks in a fake sleepy voice. I roll my eyes and turn my back to her, resting my elbows on my knees and staring down at the pink carpet. “You’re home then?” I hear Finn bark down the phone. “Yes.” “Show me,” he demands. I glance back over my shoulder to her, wondering what he’s asking her to show, and realise when she sweeps the phone to the empty space beside her, that he’s checking she’s alone. “Explain what the fuck earlier was about?” he snaps. “Sorry. I’d had a couple of drinks with my friends, I wasn’t thinking.” “When are you going to realise that that gaggle of witches are not friends. You were so much better when you cut them from you
Ryder I smirk as her face reddens in that way it always does when she blurts something out without thinking it through and instantly regrets it. “I’d prefer a whiskey,” I reply, tucking myself away and fastening my belt. “I don’t have alcohol in the house,” she says, “Long story,” she adds as an afterthought and I assume it’s because she doesn’t want me to probe further. And usually, I wouldn’t. Why should I care what goes on in a chick’s life? Once I get what I need, I walk away and never look back. Only with Neve, things are different. There’s some kind of pull between us that can’t keep me away. She isn’t even my type, although lately, I don’t even know what that is. I follow her through to the kitchen and sit on a stool as she fills a glass with water and takes a few big gulps. I could have gone home with her friend, fucked her anyway I needed to, and been home in my own bed by now. But I had to feed the addiction for Neve. I craved her from the second Griff told me her frien
“Park outside Griff’s place,” I instruct, the last thing I need is Finn finding out about this before I’ve had chance to burn off some of this sexual chemistry. Ryder hesitates but does it anyway. He places both feet on the ground and kills the engine. Then without warning, he reaches behind, scooping me in one hand and twisting me expertly around his body, until I’m on his lap and facing him. I’m so impressed by his slick moves, I don’t realise what he’sabout to do until his hand is already hidden between us and he’s moving my underwear to one side. He swipes a finger along my opening and I gasp, gripping my hands onto his shoulders. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, doing the same thing again. “Jesus, Ryder, someone might see,” I whisper. He pushes his finger into me and I squeeze his shoulders tighter, leaning back slightly to give him easier access. “They’ll think it’s my brother, you’ve got a helmet on,” he says, adding a second finger. “Now come for me, Siren.” “I can’t
“She ain’t a friend Siren, she wants what’s yours.” I like the way he’s stolen Griff’s nickname for me. “You don’t even know her and I didn’t see you complaining.” “If you’d have watched for a second longer, you’d have seen me turn her down. I like my women a little less . . . desperate.” “I don’t think you’re fussy at all when it comes to women,” I scoff. “You’re wrong. Just like you are about her. She’s not a friend, Neve, and I’m willing to bet my bike that I’m not the first man she’s gone after that you’ve had first.” My eyes dart down to where my hands fiddle with a broken beer matt. I don’t want to call Liss behind her back, especially to a stranger. But before I can reply, he laughs, “I right aren’t I, she’s done that before.” He leans back in the chair with a smug expression. “I sometimes surprise myself with my skills to read people.” “If you can read people so well, then you’d know I don’t really want to talk to you right now.” He gives an easy grin, “Oh, Siren, I re
Ryder Liss tucks her hair behind her ear in a polished move. She laughs at my comment, despite it not being funny. I smirk. She’s like a female version of myself and I’m okay with that, it means a night of fun. Her hair is a dark brown and piled into some kind of messy bun on her head, it suits her. Her makeup’s heavy, which makes her brown eyes look almost black. And she’s sexy and sultry, the sort of girl I go for. She also knows what she’s doing. Her tactics for reeling in the opposite sex are polished and refined. She asks all the right questions to make her seem like she’s interested in me, without prying too much. I’ve had years of practise at assessing people in prison, and I notice the way she keeps flicking her eyes over to Neve. Liss is jealous of her. Without a shadow of a doubt, she wants what Neve has. “Maybe you could take me for a ride sometime, I’ve never been on a motorbike before,” she gushes with enthusiasm, bringing me back to the conversation. “Sorry darlin’ I
“What,” screeches Mollie horrified, “He’s in a gang?” “Not that sort of gang Molls, calm down,” I say with a sigh, while patting her hand, “Mya is over selling it. A guy next door to me is in a motorcycle club. Most of the guys are ex-army and they have a place where they all get together so that they can still be part of a brotherhood.” “Well you seem to know a lot about them even though you say there is nothing to tell,” smirks Liss. “I googled it.” I wink and she giggles. “What was he in prison for?” asks Charleigh, “Is he safe to have around Harlee?” “Jesus, I slept with the guy, we aren’t getting married or anything. I have no idea why he was in prison, but I do know that I won’t be seeing him again so you all just need to calm down and stop getting over excited. Besides Mya, didn’t you spend the night at Griff’s last weekend?” All the girls turn to her and I give her a smug smile. She laughs. “Yeah but he’s a total gent, nothing happened despite my efforts.” “Wow he res







