Fight For Her (Devil's Right Hand MC #2)

Chapter 10

Driver's POV

There have only been a few times in my life when I was actually stunned. I am a true pessimist, so most of the time I already anticipate the horrific thing that will happen. That is truly helpful in an emergency because I can deal with the situation at hand while everybody else is still processing the event that just happened. That's what makes me a good VP. That's what makes me a good biker.

But what happened last night, left me truly stunned.

While I watched Smoke touch her with his nasty little hands I was in physical pain and I had no idea why. In my mind, I had planned their entire love story out. They would become fuck buddies and he would fall in love because who could resist her? Then they would get married, she'd become an old lady, then I'd either become an alcoholic or go nomad. I knew that I couldn't stand to watch him be with her.

But when she came up to my room, to seek me out, I knew I had to act on everything I was feeling, no matter the voices in my head.

Because I realized something after she left last night: maybe the voices in my head telling me we wouldn't work or I wasn't good enough for her are just years of trauma rearing their head. Maybe, I need to stop letting my past control me and look at my future.

And if I have any say in it, that girl will be my future.

However, she seemed to insist we keep things casual. Honestly, I don't think I could ever be casual with her, especially with everything I'm feeling, but I know her head was probably spinning like mine. And in the end, I will take all of her I can get.

Damn, who knew one time could get me so pussy whipped. But that was one hell of a first time.

A small grin appears on my face as I walk down into the bar for brunch. I didn't sleep at all last night, so I will fit in with the hungover crowd and hopefully, no one will ask questions.

"Morning, Driver," Amber smiles as she hands me a plate of food.

"You have a good night last night?" Clove asks with a raised eyebrow.

So much for no one asking any questions. These damn old ladies can't keep their noses out of everybody else's business.

"It was fine," I mumble, hoping they leave it at that.

"Oof, I'm telling Shorty you called her 'fine,'" Grace says very loudly which gets the attention of the rest of the bar.

Of course, this has to be clubhouse drama now. This is worse than fucking high school.

"Will you shut up, you girls seem to already know what happened," I grunt, trying to keep things a little more private. I have no idea what is going to happen between us, but I don't want the entire clubhouse to have a say in it.

"You owe me a hundred," Clove smiles to Amber, who reluctantly hands her a hundred-dollar bill.

"You guys bet on this," I growl. This is not some damn game, it's my life.

"Excuse me, you bet on my property cut, my engagement, AND my wedding. You did this to yourself," Clove quips.

"I should've bet too," Grace jokes, "especially since Clove clearly already knows her. She obviously had the upper hand."

Hold up, Clove knows her? Why didn't Shorty say anything? Why didn't Clove?

"Grace," Clove scolds, obviously upset she brought it up.

"How do you know her?" I question.

"Yeah, we'd all like to know," Amber adds with a laugh.

"Listen, guys, in my job as a nurse, there are certain laws that forbid me from confirming or denying someone is or was my patient. I also cannot disclose any medical information," she says carefully.