I raise an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued.“Are they at the clubhouse?”
“Yeah,” Prophet replies.“I’m meeting him there, and he called in the rest of the MC.”
“Without talking to me first?”
“You got your phone?”
Patting my pockets, I say, “I guess not.”Then I grin, the competitive side of me flaring up.“Race you there.”
Prophet looks at me, an amused glint in his eyes.“You can’t beat me.”
I smirk, not backing down.“Maybe not.But I can try.”
Chapter Ten
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Hannah
The clock ticks away, a time bomb counting down to six o’clock, each second ringing louder in my head.I’ve changed my dress three times.My lipstick twice.I had pink lipstick on, then changed it to red.I put on my little black dress first, then switched to a red one, but in the end, I switched back to the black one.It’s simple, sleek, and shows off my curves.Spaghetti straps.Short.Which means you can see some of my other scars.
Scars I don’t want anyone to see.
Especially not him.Not Blade.The super-hot MC president who told me he likes me.
What if he doesn’t after he sees all of me?Travis didn’t.
Travis!
I swear, just thinking about him twists my stomach into knots.And just this morning, I found another present.Another damn reminder of him.This time, it was on my front porch—a box of chocolates.You’d think after dating me for so long, he’d know I have zero self-control when it comes to chocolate.So, of course, I don’t keep it in the house, well, almost never.But there it was, waiting for me this morning as if it were a cruel joke.
There’s no need to let my past mess with me tonight.Not with Blade coming.
Focus, Hannah.This is about you and Blade.
Not Travis.
