Free Sophia Hampton - Withdrawal (Satan's Cubs Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Unknown Page A

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    It most certainly wasn’t the last. He’d been doing three or four lines a day sometimes, constantly needing it to feel alive and alright. Without it he felt either pain from the loss of Melanie to his own stupidity or anger at himself for being too weak of a human. It was impossible to bear, so he had to have more and more to make it go away.
     
    As he did another line, sitting there in that bathroom he felt a hint of humiliation mixed with his relief. He was relieved knowing that soon he’d be euphoric and nothing would matter -- but humiliated that it had come down to these desperate moments, these secret rendezvous with a drug.
     
    As the high hit him he could feel it coursing through his veins. He felt that he could go on, that he could do anything. He left the restroom and jogged back to his bike. Everyone was beginning to settle down onto their bikes as well. The truck drivers were all in place, their engines started. It was time to head out.
     
    Andy revved his engine and gave the signal, speeding off back to the highway. He wanted to feel the wind whipping past him as he went back on one wheel and touched back down. He was going to make the most of those fleeting moments while he had them before the pain came back.
     
    He knew as he sped up the highway that he was leaving some of his team in the dust. He could see two of the trucks entering the ramp in his rearview mirror still, but everything was the size of ants. He just went with it, thinking they could catch up later. He needed to live in the high at the moment and let everything go.
     
    Part of him knew he was going way too fast and being reckless the way he was weaving in and out of traffic, mostly shipments on the way to somewhere, but he couldn’t stop himself. That’s when he heard it coming up behind him, about the worst sound he could hear when on a run. He could see the lights coming up closer and closer, so he pulled up in front of a large truck, allowing the rest of his stash to slip from his pocket. It was a good thing he hadn’t bought his gun but let Frank be the one carrying this time. He would really have been in trouble.
     
    Andy began slowing down a little, knowing there would be no avoiding the situation even if he tried. At least his team was far enough behind him that he could pass as being out there alone. He just hoped the cop didn’t catch on.
     
    As the car came up beside him with an irate man signaling for Andy to pull over, he noticed that it was a Texas state trooper, and he knew that they weren’t fun people to deal with. He tried not to roll his eyes or do something stupid as he shifted to the right lane and then pulled over to the side of the highway. Hopefully, his team would go on without him and not look back.
     
    Andy heaved out a sigh as the cop came up behind him, almost hitting the back of his motorcycle. “Fucking pigs…” he whispered to himself before the state trooper got out and approached. Andy put down the parking break, standing up. They were going to make him to a sobriety test anyway, and the minute they found out what he was on his bike would be towed and he would be in jail. At least he had the money stashed at his apartment to bail himself out. He’d have to call Frank or Rebecca to go get it for him.
     
    “Please put your hands up, sir,” the officer said with a thick accent that sounded like he was chewing tobacco. The guy probably was chewing before he decided to pull someone over. Sadly, it was one of the least offensive things Andy would have seen an officer of the law do.
     
    Andy complied, his hand up in a surrender position. The state trooper approached with a scowl on his face and began patting Andy down. At least the guy was fast and to the point. He’d be out of jail by the next morning if it kept moving at that pace. As the high began to wear off, though, Andy knew just how harsh it was going to get being there all those hours without his fix.
     
    “Have you been