“I have heard absolutely all about your little games, Tessa,” she continued to speak, her voice dripping with a deep pool of pure venom. “Walking straight into my son’s private bar room like a desperate little w***e, begging him to play a fake game of pretend boyfriend just to fix your own petty problems. And now you are actually wearing his club property patch on your spine? Living inside his private house?” She let out a sharp, mocking laugh that sounded completely hollow and cruel. “You are absolutely not good enough to stand around this motorcycle club. You are absolutely not good enough for a man like him.”
My throat instantly tightened up so hard it became difficult to draw a clean breath into my lungs, and all of my old, painful insecurities came rushing back into my chest, making
