Page 1 of Love is Blind
Chapter One
Ghost
Some men measuretheir worth by the smile on their woman’s face, others measure it by what’s in their wallet—the three-story house and the fancy car parked on the drive. But if you’re a biker, your worth is measured by the loyalty in your fucking soul.
The door to the ladies’ room opens, but what emerges from it is the farthest thing from a fucking lady. Porn star by trade, Vivi Daniels has more fucking mileage on her than my Harley does. She’s a cancer that won’t go away and as of recently, I’ve made her my fucking problem.
She takes a step into the hallway and is about to turn and strut her shit back to the main dining room, when I lurch forward, grabbing a fistful of her auburn hair. I’m too quick and way too fucking silent for her to see me coming. A fucking phantom locked and loaded with loyalty. I slide my other hand over her mouth and pull her backward. She kicks and screams against my palm, her arms flailing at her sides.
But it’s all a big waste of time.
Ain’t a soul dumb enough to ride to this bitch’s rescue.
Slamming her up against the wall, I move in front of her. A wave of satisfaction rolls over me the second I spot the fear in her green eyes, but it’s fleeting because deep down I know Vivi isn’t scared of shit.
“I’m not one for putting my hands on a woman,” I growl, my hand sliding from her mouth to her throat. “But for you, I’ll make an exception.”
Her eyes narrow into tiny slits as she lifts her hand, her fingers circling my wrist. She tries to pry my fingers from her neck, but I shake my head.
Not today, bitch. Not today.
“Fuck you, Ghost,” she croaks, her nails scratching and clawing at the skin on my wrist.
Like I said, Vivi ain’t scared of anything. A sinister grin creeps across my lips as my fingers tighten around her neck.
Two can play this game.
“Honey, I wouldn’t fuck you with someone else’s dick.” I inch closer to her, my eyes dropping to where my fingers curl into her flesh.
Swear to Christ, I don’t know how Maverick ever touched her. I know he was hurting—missing Holly and looking to escape the mess he made by throwing her love away—but, this bitch? Man, it’s no wonder his dick didn’t fall off.
I lift my gaze back to hers.
“Now, this is your last fucking warning,” I sneer, my patience teetering. “You stay away from Maverick, Holly, and those kids. You don’t show up at the clubhouse or the fucking compound and you sure as fuck don’t come here.”
“You’re choking me,” she hisses.
“Be happy that’s all I’m doing. Disappear, Vivi, because if you don’t do it on your own, I’ll fucking do it for you.”
Keeping her hair wrapped around my fist, I remove my other hand from her neck. She touches her fingertips to her bruised skin and glares at me.
“This is a fucking public place,” she spats. “My money is just as green as everyone else’s. If I want to come and order a drink or have a bite—I don’t need to ask permission.”
I cluck my tongue against the roof of my mouth. I should’ve brought a fucking muzzle for this one. But she’s a kinky one and probably would get off on that shit.
“The Satan’s Knights own a piece of Sally’s and you fucking know that. Now, Maverick and Holly come here often, they don’t need to see your washed-up face when they’re sitting down as a family, having a meal.”
She grins wickedly, flashing me her lipstick stained teeth.
“Not that long ago I was Maverick’s favorite meal.”
The bitch has a selective memory.
“It wasn’t that long ago you were laid out on the gravel with Holly’s fist across your face either.” I pause, tugging hard on her hair. “And, just to be clear, you ain’t no one’s favorite meal. You’re what a man eats to sustain himself when he’s all fucked up and can’t have what he truly wants. He gets his head screwed on straight, gets back on his feet, he goes for the caviar—not the canned fish everyone’s eating just because it’s cheap and easily accessible.”
She rears her hand back and goes to slap my face, but my fingers wrap around her wrist before her palm can connect.
Too fucking slow.
