Johnny’s POV.“What? No, not for her lack of trying, though. We know she is your best friend. We wouldn’t do that to you.” I tell her and she bites her bottom lip and I can tell she doesn’t believe me. But that is the truth. Neither I nor James have ever touched Faye. We may be bastards, but that is
Melody’s POV.I wait until the door is closed behind them and audibly sigh. I turn and see the bewildered looks on my team’s faces.“Ok, everyone. Get ready, we are opening soon.” I say as I ignore the stares as I walk to my station where Johnny had put my kit. I begin getting everything out. I secu
Johnny’s POV.Laying in a single bed looking at the ceiling is more than me, or James deserves. What we deserve is the wrath of the woman we hurt. But she is not showing that to us. Once again, Melody saved us. She saved us from the humiliation we were suffering back at the clubhouse. Why can’t we p
Melody’s POV.After I have got my ass ready for tomorrow. Checked my kit and got my clothes sorted for work. I make my way downstairs, following the scent of lasagna cooking. What the fuck?I walk through the living room and ignore the guns on my coffee table. I take a seat at the island and just wa
Melody’s POV.Both their faces are comical to me. “Wait, you’re going to use us as bait?” James says and I smirk at him.“Ding, ding, ding. Give that man a prize.” I say as sarcastically as I can. James looks at Johnny and they both look at me.“Unless you like being treated worse than shit by the c
“Chaos, Mayhem.” We all turn to see Melody standing there with her family behind her.“We need to talk.” She says and I look at my twin and he looks at me in shock. We both look at our prez and he nods his head.“Take it to the conference room.” He says, but Melody shakes her head.“No, follow me.”
Johnny’s POV.“Yo, prospect. Once you’re done stocking the bar, you may want to take a look at the group bathrooms.” The fucker that is, Tank says, as he walks past, laughing. Fucking great.I groan and lick my split lip. The sting is a reminder of why we are being treated like utter shit. But we de
“It’s ok Melody. Everything will be OK,” My dad says as he sits next to me.“I don’t need to see it. You should understand that. You want to see what they did to me? That I had no way out, it was either I do this.” I stand and lift the shorts higher up my thighs so they can all see the deep, jagged
Melody’s POV.Today is the day I will talk to my mom. She changed the location, and it was not up for discussion. She is pissed and I am here, walking up the driveway of the clubhouse. Wearing bicycle shorts, a vest top with my high top converse and my cross body bag across my chest. My long black h