Fang 30

Gypsy

“What do you mean he just left you? After you opened your heart to him? Sounds like a dickish move to me.” Melanie leant heavily on the bar. She had said she had wanted to help me clean up but so far she hadn’t done anything but sit on a barstool and watch me wipe everything down.

In the corner, Pope, my babysitter for the day, lifted his head, a scowl on his face.

He could scowl all he wanted. He wasn’t helping either.

Fang had wanted me to stay safe and protected within the confines of the clubhouse compound, but I had never done well with being idle. I needed to stay busy to keep my mind off everything that was happening.

If he had been around, I could have kept busy in other ways. Namely getting naked and sweaty with him all day, every day, but I understood why he had to go out of town. He had things to do, a business to run. Even if it was illegal business.

Still, Melanie’s words made me pause. It was a little suspicious. The timing of his sudden trip. A trip he wouldn