Page 7 of Indecent Lies

Reasons he thought were valid at the time.

He’d fucked up, and nothing about him was, or ever would, be perfect.

Pacing the small room, his feet cushioned by the soft carpeting, he didn’t feel an ounce of calm he’d come to rely on.

What could he do?

Could he trust the message was true?

It was a simple message.

Lawless was never one for fancy words and always got to the point.

T, we got word from the Diablos that they’re holding a chick by the name of Penelope. According to them you know her, she went looking for you at the wrong MC. Axel wants payment for her. I went by there and got a picture. It’s included. I wouldn’t worry if you do nothing about it. The boys looked to be enjoying her company.

– Lawless.

Striding back to the bed, he hooked up his phone and flipped to the photo included in the email.

It was the little girl he’d always called Poppy.

Decked out in a wedding gown.

He didn’t hear she was getting married, but then, why would he?

She was a lifetime ago.

How long had it been since he’d seen her? A good few years. The last time he was back home in New York for one of his mother’s fancy fucking charity benefits she’d guilted him into attending. Why, he still didn’t know, because she’d been ashamed of her biker son.

A big fucking disappointment, that was his lot in life.

A people pleasing schmuck.

He’d seen Penelope through the crowd on the arm of some guy.

Taking his eyes to the picture again, he searched every inch of the screen.

What in the hell was she doing in any MC to begin with?

The wedding gown was a mystery.

And she’d been looking for him?

That made no sense at all.

They literally were in two different walks of life.

She’d once shadowed him, and he’d thought it was cute.

A kid with her front teeth missing chasing after him and then later still when she entered her teens and wore braces. He was a few years older if he remembered right, but she’d always been a scrawny small kid, wrapped up in cotton by her family.

He didn’t have much patience for a kid her age back then, not when his whole teen life revolved around someone else.

As they grew older, and the usual summer parties in full effect in Harrison, among the circle his family socialized in, he’d been more tolerant of the squirt following behind him with a million questions because he felt sorry for the shy girl.

His brother teased him about her crush.

This had to be a mistake.