Bear Fights For Donna: Book 4: Dark Rider MC Series
Chapter 48: Hell Fire Club

Claw, Ink, Julie, and me walked into the club and got a table in the back corner. It was midnight when Brooklyn walked out onto the stage wearing a fancy mask.

I saw her in her uniform now I see her in the bikini. She has a body a man can hold close to him. Her waist is so small I could put my hands around it. And her breasts would fill my hands just right. She has hair down to her waist. And her legs are short but strong.

It has been years since my cock stirred just looking at a woman. It was standing at attention when I looked at her. And she can dance. At the end of the dance the owner told everyone that she can be watched dancing at Sturgis.

I saw her walk out and sit at the bar. She was dressed in a tee-shirt, jeans, boots, and a lather jacket. I watched as she picked up a miller high life and walk over and sit down at a table in the corner. I saw Julie pick up her beer and walk over to sit with her.

So, this is what you were hiding from me. I smiled at Julie. Not really. Book, what are you hiding? Or who are you hiding from. I saw her look over at our table. Dreamer. You could say that. Tell me. I told her everything.

So he has no chance in hell of dating you? None. Not now. He hurt me and he knew what he was doing. He knew I liked him. He made it clear he didn't like me. He knew I would not date him after he took that whore to his bedroom.

I looked over at Claws VP. He is very handsome. I would not mind getting to know him but I can't do it. It hurts to know that men like to look at me. But, they don't want to date me.

What is it Brook? Julie, it hurts to know men like to look at me but I am not good enough to date. All they want is to get me in bed and then leave me. And, no. Dreamer never got that far. Hell, he never talked to me in a nice way.

He would stare, yell, cuss at me, and be really rude to me. I don't want or need that. I know how bikers are Julie. I am better off staying away from them. They like to fuck the whores and any other woman that will let them between their legs.

They will tell you one thing and do another. Most of them can't stay faithful. I don't want that life style. I don't want one bringing a disease to me. You are right. Most of them are like that. But not all of them.

I see you looking at our VP. Ink is not like that. He is a man isn't he? Of course he is. Well, I have to tell you that I think he is handsome but it is not going to go any further than that.

I won't go through what Dreamer put me through. That is just the way it is going to be. I will live my life how I want. I will work, and keep a roof over my head and my bills paid.

I finished my beer and told her I would see her at work on Monday. I stood up walked out the club door and got on my bike. I drove out of the parking lot and onto the road.

I got home an hour later. I pulled into the garage and parked my bike. I shut the garage door and walked into the kitchen. I walked to the laundry room and dropped my bag before walking out into the hallway to my bedroom.

I stripped and threw my clothes into the hamper and stepped into the shower. I dried off and put on sweatpants, and another tee-shirt before walking to the kitchen and making coffee.

I poured a cup and turned the light off before walking to the living room. I sat the cup down and then sat down in the chair and turned on the TV.

I drank my coffee and watched the Discovery Channel. I soon turned the TV off and walked to the kitchen and put my cup in the sink. I then walked to my bedroom where I laid out clean jeans, shirt, socks, underwear and a bra.

I then grabbed my back pack and sat it down next to the clothes. I was going to go for a ride to woods where I would walk to the waterfall and read my book and eat lunch before coming back home.

Once back home I was going to clear out the spare bedroom and start washing the walls and painting the room. I plan on putting a single bed in there with my desk.

I was going to start writing my books again. To keep myself busy and not think about the life I won't have. No husband, no children. A life of living alone.

Not worrying if a man would cheat on me. I already know he would. So, the single life it is. No man telling me what to do, what to wear, what to cook for dinner, or when to be home.