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or pain on his busted face.
    “Don't worry Cass, I'll keep an eye on you,” Blanche reassured.
    Though, as the girl who had been sucking dick stepped past us wiping her wet mouth, I wasn't so sure.
    “Got a man in the clubhouse?” She asked.
    I brought her attention to Jerome who was standing by the bar drinking and watching the events near us unfolding. “My guy's over there. Do I have anything to be afraid of?”
    Her eyes opened wide. “You don't know bikers, do you?”
    I guess I didn't. My only experience with this club was the biker who lived across from me as a kid. Though that was so long ago.
    With a cheer the celebrating outlaws lifted the kid up, his pants and underwear still hanging from his ankles, and paraded him in the air past the both of us.
    “What do they have in store for him next?” I asked.
    “Too terrible for your little ears, darling.” She took a sip of her blue cocktail. “But what any man who wants to be a full patched member of the club has to do.”
    Before I could formulate any reply, my eyes caught what looked like a white glow moving in between the darkness behind her. Though quickly my eyes adjusted and I realized it was skin. White, pale skin. The person's paleness was in such contrast to the coarse sunburned faces, leather and blackness of the clubhouse. Like someone who existed in another world he came into view, his medium length blonde hair framing defined features and handsome features. He stopped next to us. Standing tall, athletic and confident he towered over the pair of us. His blue eyes locked onto me.
    “Anton and Tiny are looking for you. They went out back. I think your business is here,” Blanche shouted over the music to him.
    “Cassie?” he spoke, ignoring her words and stepping towards me. “Long time.”
    I tried to focus on him. With the excitement of the party combined with me not wearing my contacts, let alone my glasses, it was hard to make him out. Then, like a lighting bolt, my mind pieced the shapes of his face together. Or, should I say, my memory did. He was older than when I last saw him, but his face was one I could never forget. “Boyd?”
    “Yeah.” He tapped me on the shoulder.
    “Is it really you?”
    He took a swig beer.
    “You two know each other?” Blanche asked surprised. “You know... Boyd?”
    My gaze didn't leave him, “Yeah...”
    Those eyes of his were the same as the kid I knew. I instantly felt like a little girl all over again.

 
     
     
    ~ Chapter Four ~
     
     
     
    “Yeah... Us two grew up together,” Boyd's eyes left mine for the first time since he came into view. “Just down the road. This one here's local. You could say we were---”
    Blanche bit her lip fighting back her urgent need to speak, “Let me guess, first loves? Some of us have a sixth sense.”
    My cheeks turned red. Suddenly I felt all shy, which is not me at all.
    “You got gypsy in you, you know what? Something like that.” He laughed and asked me, “How you been princess?”
    The air in my chest grew tight. He remembered the nickname he used to call me . Fuck, probably no one else on the planet still remembered that bit of knowledge. Those days were so long ago.
    “It's been...” Then my past sledgehammered into me and my lips closed shut. Tightly shut.
    How could I begin? Tell Boyd that my last memory of him was him being torn from me? Reveal that my parents were smashed to bits in a high speed collision soon after? Say I ran away from my shitty aunt and became a stripper? That I'm in an abusive relationship with a drug dealing boyfriend? I stalled. I didn't, couldn't, say anything. There was nothing I wanted to reveal about my present. “Great... It's been great.”
    Boyd's eyes worked down my body. He took my hand drawing me in close, “These years have been good to you.”
    My hand tightly gripped the bottle of beer I held.
    And certainly they had been good to him. He might have been wearing the leather and jeans of next to everyone in