Free Betrayed (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 2) by Michelle Betham Page B

It’s full of lies and betrayal and the only person you can really trust is yourself.’
    I’m just fucking confused now. And I keep my eyes fixed on him as he moves a step or two closer to me, his hands still in his pockets, his expression dark.
    ‘I trust you won’t be seeing Kes again until I tell you to do so.’
    That wasn’t a question. That was an order. But I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do. I just ain’t telling him that…
     
     
    Mack
     
    I’m minding my own business, leaning back against my bike, drawing on a joint when Sam pulls up in his ridiculously suburban black car. Who’s he trying to fucking kid?
    ‘You come to see someone?’ I ask, blowing smoke into the air as he shuts the car door and walks over to me.
    ‘You, actually. I need a word.’
    I raise an eyebrow and take one more drag on the joint before throwing the remainder on the ground and stamping it into the concrete. ‘What about?’ I ain’t in any kinda mood today so this better be quick.
    ‘Remember what I told you, Mack? If you still want Izzi then you need to walk away – from this club, from this town, from this life , you can’t stay here.’
    ‘I ain’t doing this, Sam, OK? So take whatever bullshit this is and shove it.’
    ‘I think you still want her. And I think you’re already planning how that’s gonna happen…’ He stops talking and looks right at me, his eyes almost penetrating my fucking soul he’s staring that deep. ‘And I also think you know – you know , don’t you? You know that the only way you and her can ever be together is to leave everything you’ve ever known behind and start again. A whole new life. A brand new beginning.’
    ‘You’re talking crap, Sam.’
    ‘Just be careful, Mack.’
    What the hell is this? What fucking right does he have to come here and lay this shit on me? ‘Anything else you want?’ I ain’t giving him what he’s looking for. He ain’t getting a reaction.
    ‘She’s happy, with Zeb.’
    ‘You know that, do you?’
    ‘You know different?’
    ‘Like I said, Sam, take this bullshit and shove it.’
    I leave him outside and head into the clubhouse. My world really ain’t like it used to be. There are days now when I feel like all this crap’s going on around me but I’m just watching from the sidelines, looking in on something I’m slowly being pulled back from. I’m moving further and further away from everything I’ve ever known and I could easily stop that from happening, I just don’t want to. I want something different, but only if she’s with me. She made me this way, she turned me into this person and now I’ve gotta see whether we’re going full circle on this one. Or whether my life really is just gonna be fucked up for the rest of it.
    ‘Hey. Mack.’
    Jesus, I need this, don’t I?
    ‘What?’ I turn around to face Zeb, his face only slightly cut and bruised from yesterday. Thought I’d done way more damage than that. Yeah. Really must be losing my touch.
    He walks over to me, and I’m ready for anything he’s gonna throw at me ‘cause, man, I really ain’t in no mood. ‘Listen, brother, I just wanna say, I’m sorry. OK?’
    What the fuck…? ‘Sorry?’
    ‘For what I said about you and Izzi. I put her straight, y’see. Told her where her loyalties gotta lie now. She’s my old lady and she gotta play by those rules.’
    I narrow my eyes and stare him down. The fucking pricks are coming outta the woodwork today.
    ‘But when I said you weren’t fit to be President, no… I meant that. My wife, she’s messed with your head, she’s made you weak and I don’t think you’re ever gonna come back from that. I think you’re done here, Mack. So, here’s the thing. If Izzi ain’t ever gonna play that game no more, and you can’t let that go, then there’s really no place for you here no more. Is there?’
    Fuck this shit! I’m freakin’ done with the assholes today.
    I walk away without giving him anything, ‘cause