Obsessed With A Biker, What A Mess!

Aria “Ahh—right there, baby…” A moan from a strange woman. Breathless. Shameless. Coming from behind the half-closed bedroom door. My hand pushed it open — just enough to see. She was on top of my boyfriend. Naked. Lucas head thrown back, hands gripping her waist, like he didn’t have a care in the world. So, my colleague was right after all. She told me he left the bar with some random blonde. And here I was letting myself into his house with the key I still had, only to find him tangled in some woman like we didn’t spend the last three years together. I didn’t feel heartbroken. I felt insulted. Cheating was one thing. Doing it loud, sloppy, and in your own damn bed was another. Lying bastard. They didn’t even notice I was standing there. I pulled out my phone, stepped closer, and took a picture of them. Clear enough to show his face. I was about to leave when something caught my eye. A strange smell lingered in the air. Chemical. Wrong. That’s when I remembered the little bag of white powder I saw on the table downstairs when I was coming up. I didn’t think much of it at first. But now? It made sense. They were high. I’d suspected it for a while. How twitchy he’d get some nights, how distant his eyes looked when he came over. I asked. He lied. I let it slide more than I should’ve. But this? This was enough. Lucas always thought he could get away with things because I never made a mess. But this time? He made the mess. And I was going to make sure he choked on it. I turned around and headed for the living room. Scattered on the center table were the little plastic bags, a roll up bill, white powder dusted across the surface like flour. I scoffed. “Disgusting.” I grabbed everything and carried it straight to the kitchen. Turned the faucet on full blast and dumped it all in. Watched every last trace swirl into the drain like garbage. Because that’s what it was. I wiped my hands on a towel like I’d just cleaned up after a pet. Then dropped the key on the counter and walked out without looking back. ** The bar smelled like smoke, spilled beer, and cheap perfume. The kind of mix you eventually got used to. I wasn’t here to drown my feelings. I worked here. I’ve been working shifts at the bar for over three years. Being a bartender didn’t pay much, but it was better than nothing. Fast tips, fast nights, and no one asked too many questions. That’s how I liked it. I leaned against the counter during a lull, wiping down a clean glass just to keep my hands busy. My mind kept flashing back to what I saw earlier. Her on top of him. Lucas, not even noticing I was in the room. His face, his voice. All of it made my stomach twist — not with sadness, but with disgust. I wasn’t the girl who cried over men. Especially not a lying cheat with drug powder on his table.I’d seen worse than heartbreak. I hate drugs. They’re the reason everything fell apart. The reason I had to drop out of high school. The reason gangs came after my parents for debts they couldn’t pay. They even forced my dad to take drugs. Since then, I’ve hated everything about that world. I met Lucas on a rainy night during one of my late shift at the bar. He walked with a busted lip and a stitched-up knuckle. Didn’t order anything fancy. Just a beer and a smirk like he’d been through hell and wanted to celebrate surviving. I didn’t ask questions. Wasn’t my job to care where the blood came from. He came back a few days later—no bruises this time, just a cocky grin said he couldn’t stop thinking about the girl with “pretty eyes and a don’t-mess-with-me stare.” Lucas was smooth, I’ll give him that. Knew how to talk. How to charm. It worked for a while. He’d come by, wait for me after shift, make me laugh with stupid jokes. It felt good to be seen. Not pitied. Not invisible. But eventually, the cracks started showing. He got possessive. Controlling. Asking who I was with, who I was texting, what I was wearing. At first, I thought it meant he cared too much. That he didn’t want to lose me. Now I know better. The signs were always there. I was wiping the counter again when the front door creaked open. Lucas stumbled into the bar like a man on edge eyes too wide, steps too loose. The kind of wired that didn’t come from adrenaline. I knew that look. He was high on something. He spotted me immediately and stalked toward the counter, eyes red and face already twisted in irritation. I kept wiping the glass in my hand like I didn’t see him. “You took my powder?” I arched a brow. “Hello to you too.” “I’m serious, Aria. You’re the only one who has access to my place. Don’t play dumb.” “I don’t play dumb,” I said coolly. “And maybe you should ask the half-naked girl in your bed if she touched your stash.” That stunned him for half a second. His fake tough-guy vibe slipped before he caught himself. He lowered his voice, trying for charm. “Look… I didn’t mean for that to happen. I was drunk. She didn’t mean anything.” “Drunk doesn’t make you unzip your pants, Lucas. That’s all you.” He sighed, clearly annoyed people were watching. “Can we not do this here?” I leaned closer. “You brought it here. So go ahead—what do you want?” “I just need the pow—” “To get high again?” I cut him off. I hated how I ever let myself fall for someone tied to that world. He gritted his teeth. “No, I just… damn it, Aria, give it to me and we’ll sort things out later.” Unbelievable. “You cheated. You lied. You left drugs lying around your house like trash, and now you want me to clean it up? Not happening.” His nostrils flared. “So you’re really gonna let me go down like this?” “You already did,” I said, reaching for my phone on the stool. “And just in case you try to lie again, I’ve got a picture.” I lit up the screen, held it where he could see it. His eyes darkened. “You took a picture of me?” “Damn right. Consider it insurance.” "One last time, where is the powder?" "Ask Hell." I glared back at him. That’s when something shifted. The calm slipped from his face, replaced by something darker and meaner. “You think you’re smart?” he growled, stepping closer. “You’ll regret this. Keep playing dumb, and watch what happens.” Before I could respond, he lunged too fast. His hand shot out, grabbed my wrist tight enough to make me drop the glass. My other hand went for my phone, but he was already reaching over the bar. I tried to push him back, but my balance tipped. Then, suddenly, he was yanked away. Hard. I didn’t even see the movement. Just saw Lucas stumble backward, shoved by someone tall, solid. He didn’t say much. Just turned to the two men behind him and jerked his chin. “Get him out.” They didn’t hesitate. Lucas fought back, yelling something, but he was outnumbered. They dragged him to the door like dead weight. Then the man turned to me. “You okay? Do you need help?”His voice was quiet but steady. Concern underneath it. I nodded stiffly. “I’m fine.” My eyes scanned the men, the tattoos, the way they all moved like they had orders. “I don’t do gang favors,” I added. “So if that’s what this is, don’t waste your time. I can handle myself.” I turned my back and reached for the sink. My life was already a mess. I don’t need more chaos dressed in muscle trying to clean it up.