Page 8 of Other Woman Drama (Content Advisory #4)

Seven

I’m a conduit for nonsense.

— Webber’s secret thoughts

WEBBER

The date wasn’t what I wanted, but when you had to appease the woman you were seeing, you went on dates anyway.

I hated dating.

Honestly, I thought it was a waste of time.

Why go out and do stupid things like painting with wine when you sucked at painting? Why not spend the day at my place, drink some beer, and enjoy a meal in front of a movie?

Today, though, it was a triple date with a few people from the club.

We were heading out for a dinner and a ride.

Though, Devney wasn’t going on the ride with me, thank God.

She was meeting a client after dinner, and I was heading out on my own.

It was four days after the incident at the diner, and everything had been quiet.

Moran hadn’t made another appearance, and I was hoping that meant that I wouldn’t be seeing her anymore.

Though, I had a feeling that I would be.

“What is your favorite meal here, Webber?” Searcy asked.

“Oh, the vegetarian…” Devney started, but Searcy snorted, stopping her in her tracks.

“If I wanted to know vegetarian options, I would’ve asked you.

But I don’t, because you already pointed those out to all of the table the moment we sat down,” Searcy, Doc’s wife, grumbled.

“We all know that you don’t like us eating meat around you, but we’re all meat eaters.

And shaming us each time you sit down for a meal with us only makes us hate you more. ”

I leaned back in my seat, wondering if I should defend Devney, but I decided that it was her own fault for always throwing out her opinions on people eating meat.

“That’s not what I…”

“I like the stacked enchiladas,” I answered finally.

“That’s what Silver suggested that I get, too,” Searcy murmured, dismissing Devney.

My eyes went down the length of the table to where Silver sat next to Keely. She was Cutter, Chevy and Copper’s sister.

Silver and Keely were talking animatedly.

Silver had her hand wrapped around Gunner’s, and she was showing Keely the tattoo on Gunner’s hand.

Gunner was smiling, though it was sad, and while I watched, Silver dropped a kiss onto Gunner’s hand and placed it back onto the table.

I didn’t feel any jealousy like I normally would have.

Not when I knew what that tattoo meant.

She knew what that tattoo meant just like the rest of us.

It was a daisy.

Jett was Gunner’s son who passed away in a school shooting. Jett’s favorite flower was a daisy.

So Gunner got a bouquet of daisies tattooed on his hand to remind him of his son—not that he ever forgot him—every time he looked at it.

Audric and Apollo, both with their own grief in their eyes, were also watching her like she hung the fucking moon.

I wished I was on that end to hear what they were talking about.

When I looked back toward the front, my eyes caught Copper’s.

Copper was my best friend, and had been for years.

And he missed absolutely nothing.

His brows raised, and I knew without him voicing his words that he was saying, “You’re so fucking fucked.”

I was.

I was so fucking fucked.

I ignored him and my date—which I couldn’t believe I was still dating—and studied the menu.

I didn’t look up again until there was a clearing of a throat next to me.

I looked over at Dima, Keely’s husband and slightly new addition to our crew—though he wasn’t an official patched-in member of the Truth Tellers MC.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“The waitress is waiting to take your menu. Your female friend ordered for you,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes and looked up at the waitress. “What did she order for me?”

She read off the order, and I shook my head. “Please make sure it’s exactly like the menu says they make it. I want my meat.”

It just pissed me off that Devney continuously tried to order me the vegetarian option.

I had absolutely no issues with other people eating like they wanted to eat. I just didn’t want them to force-feed their ideals down my throat.

“Oh, okay.” The waitress nodded.

I handed her my menu and ordered another beer.

The waitress smiled, though it was a nervous one.

I wasn’t surprised by her reaction.

This table was filled with Truth Tellers, and you had to live under a rock not to know who we were and what we represented.

Hell, at any given time, we had at least one law enforcement agency tailing our every move—that was why we had to be so careful.

Since we were considered a one percenter club, we were categorized as a gang. And the government didn’t take lightly to gangs.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Devney said under her breath so that only I could hear. “It’s embarrassing for me when you correct me in public.”

“Then don’t be fucking stupid,” I snarled. “You know damn well that I don’t like vegetarian options. Not to fucking mention, I don’t like the fact that you continuously try to do that and force your bullshit choices on me. I eat fucking meat, Devney.”

Devney paled, but I didn’t care.

She turned her face away, causing her hair to cover her cheeks.

I turned away and once again caught Copper’s eyes.

His were saying, “You should break up with her.”

Hell, he was right.

The only reason I’d gotten with her in the first place was because it was driving me insane to see Silver looking at me at every club party.

At least with Devney on my arm, she wouldn’t look at me.

Which fucking sucked.

I hadn’t realized how much I liked Silver’s gaze staying on mine until she did her best not to do it.

And hell, I was being stupid.

I’d known it for a while, but I was a stubborn motherfucker.

I didn’t like who her fucking father was, but even I should know better than to judge someone by their parentage.

I mean, I had a shit dad myself.

At sixteen, I’d known how to fight because my dad had done his level best to kill me any time he saw me.

A punch here. A kick there.

All the while, it was because my mother wouldn’t protect herself.

Well, I’d gotten over it rather quickly, and when I finally could fight back, I did.

Eventually, my dad left, and my mom was forced to acknowledge for the first time that we’d been living in such a toxic environment that it’d been slowly killing us.

My mom had been forced to get a job and go to work. Meanwhile, I’d started my own mechanic shop out of the garage of our place, fixing anything anyone needed. Bicycles. Motorcycles. Lawn mowers. Weed eaters. Cars.

You name it, I learned to fix it, until I had my own genuine business out of my mom’s garage when I was eighteen.

By the time I graduated high school I had enough money to rent my own shop.

Life just continued to work out well from there.

Now I had five shops in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, and all of them were doing fuckin’ awesome.

My mom ran the shop at the first business, though, which was by far my busiest.

“Are you even listening to me?”

I turned, having been engrossed in listening to Dima’s conversation about a new car he’d bought, and said, “What?”

“I asked if you were even listening to me,” she repeated.

“Well, considering I was listening to Dima talk about his new Cadi, no. I didn’t hear what you had to say.” I didn’t apologize.

I didn’t see a point in apologizing for something I wasn’t sorry about.

Hell, even if I was sorry about it, I didn’t apologize.

That wasn’t who I was.

She muttered something under her breath and got up to head to the bathroom.

I turned back to Dima and asked, “Is it a V6 or a V8?”