Inc's Regret (Satan's Raiders MC #1) - Elizabeth Knox

Prologue

You are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choice.

~ Quotes and Sayings

Inc

Almost two years ago . . .

“Where you off to?” Sarge, one of our fully patched members asks. I roll my eyes, sucking in a deep breath after pacin’ in my room the last hour debatin’ on whether or not I should be doing this.

“None of your god damned business. I’ll be back by the mornin’. Don’t bug me either,” I snarl, headin’ for the back door. With every step I take, I feel the chaos striking through me. Heat rises in my chest and shoots through every limb.

Every part of me wants to ride straight up to that fuckin’ hotel and tell this fucker Octavia has always been mine and it’ll never change, ‘cause I was the first man to own that heart, take her virginity, and everything else. She and I have a connection that won’t fade until the day we die, if it even leaves us then. But I can’t. I can’t fuckin’ do that ‘cause the fucker who took O’ from me is the same one who gives our club the name drop we need. Breaker had to spell it out for me, tell me how the Reapers name gives us a level up, immunity, and safety.

Walkin’ around the corner of the buildin’ I head straight for my bike and sit on the seat. I stare for a good minute, debating if I’m really going to do this or not.

It could be my only chance to have her.

Fuck it.

I slide in my key, start my engine, and head out to their hotel. Luckily for me, it’s only a few blocks away. I can do a lot of things in this life, but I can’t walk away from the possibility of being with her again . . . even if it means accepting Zane too. In more ways than one from what O’ said to me earlier.

She kept beatin’ around the bush, not sayin’ it flat out but I read between the lines. Zane is bisexual and he wants a third in their relationship so he can get his fill of cock too. Maybe I’m puttin’ it a bit blunt, although how else am I supposed to put it?

I only have to go through three intersections before I’m at the parking garage attached to their hotel. I grab my ticket, find a parking spot, and go through the entrance until I find the elevators. Starin’ at the lit-up numbers gettin’ closer and closer to the lobby only makes me even more nervous. There’s nothin’ calming about doing this, even if it means . . . gettin’ her back.

The doors open and I walk in, go right up against the back wall and turn, keepin’ my hands on the bar. The doors close and I know there isn’t any turnin’ back now.

God dammit. This shit isn’t easy and I damn sure wish it was. I’m sober as shit and I know it’s not helpin’. If I was a tad bit drunk, I’m sure it would help calm me down, make me a loosey-goosey and all of that.

The doors open once I’m on the fifteenth floor and I walk out onto the extravagant carpet. Hell, this guy must be able to afford the best of the best if they’re here. I see the arrows pointing to Room 1589 on the right, so I head in that direction.

I’ve never had to share O’ with any man before. There isn’t a guidebook to this, to how to go through a proposed relationship where you’ll fuck a dude for the first time. But I’d fuck a man for her. Fuck, I’d get a massive cock slid into my ass without lube over and over again if it means havin’ her back in my life.

She’s . . . she’s the reason I’m even breathin’ right now. I owe the woman so much.

Sucking in a deep breath I stand in front of Room 1589 and rap my knuckles on the door. Within an instant I hear the lock sliding and O’ appears in front of me, smiling lightly. “I wasn’t sure you’d show up.”

“You asked me to come, didn’t you?” I grit out, walking past her.

“I . . . I mean I wasn’t sure if you’d . . .” She stops trying to explain what we both already know. She wasn’t sure if I’d be open to this, or if I’d tell her and him to go