Chapter 1: My Bad

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It's finally time!! You guys have no idea how excited I am to finally be posting this. I really couldn't wait to share Tweaker and Raegan's story and I hope you enjoy it as much as Knox and Ronnie's. Please vote and comment to let me know what you think, and as always follow me on instagram @slowridebook for spoilers, and extra content (although I think I should come up with a different username now that we're on book 2) If you have any name suggestions leave it in the comments <3

Song for this chapter: Demi Lovato - You Don't Do It For Me Anymore

~Raegan~

Okay, so maybe sending a picture of Ronnie dancing with some random guy to Knox was a bad idea. But how the hell was I supposed to know that it would turn out like this?

Who knew that Knox actually cared enough to come all the way downtown just to stop Ronnie from dancing with another guy?

I had been under the impression that my best friend and Knox had only been fucking around. I had no idea there were serious feelings going on here. Lust, sure, but the intensity of Knox's rage told me that whatever this was between them was way more than that.

I had nearly shit my pants when I saw Knox and Aaron—or Tweaker as everyone else called him, barge into the place. I called out to Ronnie to warn her away from the Frat Boy, but by the time she even heard me, Knox had already punched him to the ground

Sorry, Frat Boy..... My bad.

Aaron was standing next to me for a few seconds, letting his best friend get a few shots in, but when Knox wasn't letting up on the poor guy, he had to step in.

"That's enough man!" Aaron yelled, pulling his best friend off of the dude on the ground.

I almost felt bad for him, but fuck, even I had to admit that the scene in front of me was hot as hell.

Maybe it was my year long dry spell that was talking, or maybe it was the shots I had taken earlier, but shit if I wasn't turned on by all this alpha male activity.

Frat Boy yelled something from the ground, and Knox fought his best friend's hold on him. Aaron managed to contain him, but not without seriously working his very muscular arms.

Fuck me. A bar fight was breaking out in front of me and all I could focus on was Aaron Rhodes's arms. This was just like high school.

I was so wrapped up in staring that I didn't even fight his touch as he was urging all three of us outside.

When I looked at Ronnie to see if she was okay, a look of realization washed over her features.

"Why is he here?" she asked, as we followed both Aaron and Knox into the back parking lot.

My best friend turned to me, and I couldn't hide my guilty expression.

"I may have sent him a picture of you dancing with that guy," I admitted.

Ronnie's face fell, seeing my admission as an act of betrayal.

I winced.

My bad.

"Come on girls, keep moving," Aaron pressed, but Ronnie wasn't having it.

My best friend pulled out of his grasp and stopped walking with the rest of us. "Why would you do that?" she asked, turning to me.

In reality, I felt bad that my best friend was so upset over Knox being an asshat and I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. But maybe my actions had more to do with my recently failed relationships rather than Ronnie's.

I shrugged. "I just thought it would make him jealous. "I didn't think he would come find you in thirty minutes."

Knox had literally gotten to us in less than an hour since I sent the photo, and I had no idea how. I didn't tell him where we were, and we were out of Tooele. Yet, somehow, he and his little sidekick showed up in record timing. My guess would lie with the whole crazy biker thing, but I didn't know much about the Tribe aside from what Ronnie had told me, but a case of stalking sounded like a perfect fit.

"Thanks for that by the way," Knox said to me. His tone was sarcastic and it was clear that he was not very happy about this, but maybe some great make-up sex would come out of it for the two of them?

Shit. There I go again thinking about sex at a very bad time. I needed to get myself laid—and soon.

I had missed parts of the conversation dreaming about the next time I would have sex, but my thoughts were interrupted when Aaron began to yell.

"Everybody get in the fucking truck before that guy calls the cops and we all get arrested!"

I followed behind Ronnie, getting in the back seat of Knox's truck after her. Things were silent for a few moments, but Ronnie just couldn't let it go.

"What the hell is he even doing here?" she questioned referring to Aaron. "I thought no one was allowed to know," she went on.

Aaron let out a groan from the driver's seat as he pulled onto the highway. "Please, I've had suspicions since before the night I caught you making out." He paused. "You really thought Rae was the only one who knew about you two?"

Hearing my name fall from his lips sounded strange. I had known Aaron for as long as I could remember, we'd grown up together, but I wouldn't consider us friends. Sure we'd been around each other tons of times, but that had more to do with the fact that he hung around my older sister, Holly when we were in high school. But once we'd grown up, we both ran in very different crowds.

"So you're just gonna ignore me?" Ronnie pressed.

I nudged her shoulder, desperate to de-escalate the situation I caused. "Just shut up," I whispered.

"No!" Ronnie fought back.

They continued fighting for a while until Aaron had finally had enough, and thank fuck for that because I'd had enough too. I may have been the one to blame for all this, but that didn't mean I wanted to listen to it.

Thank god he had managed to get them to stay silent until we got to Ronnie's apartment complex, and when we did, I was desperate to escape this truck.

"Okay," Aaron began. "Both of you out," he said but was referring to Knox and Ronnie.

I'm the one who needed get the fuck out of here. I had enough relationship drama of my own, there was no way in hell I was sticking around to become a part of Knox and Ronnie's too.

"Oh, he's not coming with me," Ronnie said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"This is my fucking truck," Knox agreed.

Aaron shook his head. "I don't give a fuck. I'll bring it back to you in the morning. You two clearly need to talk and I don't want any part of that."

That made two of us.

"You'll give Raegan a ride?" Knox asked.

Fucking hell, Knox! Why?

This was my punishment for involving myself in other people's relationships.

"Sure," Aaron agreed, to my dismay. "It'll be a high school fucking reunion."

That's what I was afraid of.

I may have had a pathetic thing for him my freshman year, and I may have been epically crushed when I walked in on him making out with my sister in our shared bedroom at one of our infamous house parties.

"No!" Ronnie disagreed.

Aaron shot me a challenging look, and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of backing down. He knew I had a crush on him all those years ago—he'd even entertained it for a while, but when Holly became the easier option, I got swept under the rug.

Although my best friend didn't know it, she was forcing me to either pussy out on being alone with Aaron, or dooming me to be around while she and Knox fought some more.

And one option definitely sounded worse than the other.

"I'll be fine," I announced. "You guys should be alone for this," I decided, knowing the ten-minute drive would be better than standing in the middle of a domestic dispute.

"He's not coming with me," Ronnie repeated.

"Shut up, Sweets, and get your ass out of the truck," Knox, said, not taking no for an answer.

Yeah, he definitely had feelings for her.

When Ronnie made no move to exit the truck, Knox groaned and made a move to grab her himself. "That's fine, I can carry you," Knox said, ready to make good on his promise.

"Fine. I'll get out myself," Ronnie relented.

Just before she let herself out of the truck, she turned to Aaron and held up a warning finger. "Keep your hands off of my best friend," she said.

I let out a scoff but felt my cheeks grow a deep crimson. Thank god it was dark in the truck and no one seemed to notice, but I couldn't help the heat I felt between my legs at the idea of Aaron putting his hands on me.

Down girl.

"I make no promises," Aaron replied, and I sucked in a breath.

I really needed to control myself.

"Text me in the morning," I muttered, as Ronnie stepped out of the truck. She nodded but didn't look too happy with me.

I swear I felt all the oxygen leave the truck once Ronnie shut the door and left us alone. I hadn't been alone in a room with Aaron Rhodes since I was fifteen years old, and I was beginning to understand why. I couldn't explain it, but something about being alone with him did something to me, and I hated it.

"You can come up here, you know?" he asked, turning back to me.

I was still in the backseat, although both Knox and Ronnie had left the car, I couldn't bring myself to move up front.

"I'm good here," I managed.

Aaron chuckled and shook his head. "What, am I like your personal Uber driver? I was just joking before. I can keep my hands to myself, Rae."

I gulped at the sound of my name falling from his lips again, but he didn't seem to notice. I didn't doubt his words were true, but I almost wished they weren't.

"Come on," he urged, starting up the truck again.

I begrudgingly climbed into the passenger seat and nearly gasped when our skin touched. Aaron looked at me with only a small smirk before he drove out of the apartment complex. While he drove, I couldn't help but admire how much hotter he'd gotten over the years. Even with the large scar under his right eye, I found him to be one of the most attractive men I'd ever seen in Tooele. There was something dark and dangerous about him, but his light hair and hazel eyes presented him as almost harmless somehow.

"So," he began as he pulled onto the main road. "You still live on Oak Ridge?"

I nodded, clearing my throat. "Yeah, it's just off of—" I began before I was interrupted.

"I remember where it is," Aaron said, keeping his eyes on the road.

My house had been somewhat legendary for parties thanks to my sister Holly. Everyone in Tooele who had grown up with us had been to our house at some point. Our dad had fucked off before I'd even gotten to middle school, and mom disappeared for weeks at a time with her boyfriend of the month. Holly and I basically had the house to ourselves for the most part, and my older sister made sure there was a party at our place at least once a week.

Maybe that explained why Holly turned out the way she had. Constantly partying, lack of supervision, or discipline—it all explained why my sister at 28 years old acted like she was nineteen.

I never wanted to end up like my sister. Yet lately, my behavior since being single reminded me of her every single day.

"I fucked up, didn't I?" I asked, my mind flickering back to Ronnie.

Aaron nodded. "Majorly."

"Shit," I cursed, covering my face with my hands.

I didn't know why I thought that sending Knox that photo would be a good idea, but I figured if I couldn't fix my own relationship, maybe I could somehow fix Ronnie's.

I felt a hand pat me on the leg and I shuddered at the feel of his skin on mine. "They'll get over it," Aaron assured. "They fight, then they fuck, then they're good. I wouldn't worry too much."

"You think?" I asked.

Aaron nodded. "As much as I wish both of them would end shit for their own sakes, you only get that pissed off if you actually care."

I rolled my eyes. "Why does everyone think some fucking spirit from above is gonna smite them for being together? I don't get it," I went on.

Aaron chuckled and shook his head, as he drove into the darkness. It was passed one a.m at this point, but I wasn't remotely tired after everything I had witnessed tonight.

"Yeah, you don't get it," he confirmed.

I scoffed. "Please. What is the worst that Cash can do if he finds out? Ronnie is a big girl, she can make her own decisions."

Aaron's eyebrows narrowed as he looked over at me. "It's not about Ronnie, it's about Knox. It's a club thing. And trust me, if Cash finds out about this, he can do plenty—so don't go thinking about sending him pictures too."

I rolled my eyes. "I wouldn't do that."

Aaron smirked. "You did do it."

I crossed my arms over my chest, but he had a point. Sending photo's to Knox to make him jealous wasn't a far cry from sending them to Cash too. I really didn't get what the big fucking deal was, but then again, I didn't really get club life either.

Things were silent for a few moments, and when it grew awkward, Aaron opened his mouth to relieve us both.

"Holly still around?" he asked with a smirk. "She was a scratcher," he said, almost as if he was reminiscing about the good old days. "Loved giving hickeys too," he added.

Of fucking course, he would ask about my sister when he was alone in a car with me. Jesus Christ did I have a sign on my forehead that read 'UNFUCKABLE HAG'. Was I really that repulsive that even the local biker man-whore didn't even wanna come on to me?

I must have really let myself go in the last four years. Maybe that's why Josh and I hadn't had sex in over a year.

"Yeah, she's around," I answered vaguely.

What I really wanted to say is that she's still the same girl you knew five years ago, only older by age rather than maturity, and slutty as ever.

"Single?" he asked.

I nearly wanted to throw up. I guess that was the type of girl he went for anyway.

I nodded. "Yup—still around for more scratches and hickeys."

"And you?" he asked, looking away from the road for just a second to make eye contact.

"Me what?" I asked.

"You still dating the cop?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Maybe there was hope for me yet.

Josh and I had been dating since senior year, and he was the town's golden boy. Everyone knew who Josh was— the star quarterback who was supposed to make it big, and I was the pretty little cheerleader at his side. Our story was so cliche that everyone bought into it, but once we graduated and he lost his scholarship for a minor drug infraction, shit between us had dragged on for four years, and I had just recently been set free.

"Josh is a firefighter," I corrected.

Aaron waved me off. "You and Fields still together?" he asked. So he did know his name.

I shook my head. "We broke up a few months back," I admitted.

Josh had been my world for so long, it was still hard to say those words, but I was happier now than I had ever been with him.

"No shit," Aaron said, almost surprised as he pulled onto my street.

I nodded, happy to finally say that I was living my own life without Josh's resentment making me feel like shit every day.

"You expecting someone?" Aaron asked, pulling into my driveway.

The familiar black SUV of the ex-boyfriend in question was parked in my driveway with the headlights on as Aaron drove in.

"Fuck," I cursed.

"Who's that?" he asked.

I let out a breath and saw him get out from his car and stand in front of it as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Josh," I groaned.

Aaron turned to me when he noticed the death stare my ex-was shooting him through the windshield of Knox's truck.

"I thought you said you broke up."

I rolled my eyes, as I unbuckled my seatbelt. "We did."

"Then why does he look like he wants to wring his fire hose around my neck?"

"He just doesn't want to accept it," I explained. "Thanks for the ride," I said, moving to let myself out of the truck.

Aaron pulled my hand back and held my gaze. "I'm not leaving you with this dickfuck."

I felt my hand tingle from his touch, and I had nearly forgotten that my ex was watching me across my driveway.

"I got this," I assured, although I was desperate for him to keep his hands on me, and maybe move them a little lower too.

Aaron shook his head. "I'll walk you up," he said. "Fields wants to try anything, he'll have to go through me."

I sucked in a breath, desperate to hide how hot I thought this was. Was it bad that I almost wanted them to fight it out over me just so I could watch?

Fuck I needed sex, and soon. One year without it and I had turned into a fucking twelve-year-old boy who had just seen his first pair of tits.

Aaron unbuckled his seatbelt and let himself out of the car just as I did. As I stepped onto the driveway I finally made eye contact with Josh and I could see his brown eyes grow black with rage.

In a few quick strides, Josh was standing just in front of me, eyes shifting from me to Aaron, and then filling with disgust.

"What the hell is this?" he asked, gesturing between the two of us.

Aaron shot me a look as he came closer to me, and I could see Josh visibly tense.

"What are you doing here, Josh?" I asked.

His mouth went agape. "What the hell are you doing with him?" he fired back, throwing his hand up toward Aaron.

Before I could speak, Aaron answered for me. "She doesn't owe you an explanation, Fields."

Josh's eyes narrowed as he turned to look at Aaron. "Who the fuck asked you?" he fired back.

I saw Aaron clench his fists at his side, clearly not willing to take this shit.

"Josh," I interjected, placing myself between the two men. "You should go."

His face fell and I almost felt bad. I had spent four years with this man, and it was so easy for me to walk away from him. I had lost a piece of myself when we were together and now that I was single for the first time in years, I had no interest in going back.

"So you're with him now?" he asked bitterly.

Aaron didn't answer, he only wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in closer. He lit up with a smug smirk and Josh's shoulders sagged.

"You fucking slut!" he yelled, taking a step towards us.

Aaron forced me behind him and shielded me with his body.

Josh's words hurt, but not because they were true. I hadn't been with anyone since we'd broken up—I knew I wasn't a slut, but the way he was looking at me with pure disgust stung a bit.

"She told you to leave!" Aaron warned, holding me firmly in place behind him.

Josh shook his head and leaned his head to the left to make eye contact with me. "Really, Raegan? You're gonna let this low-life talk to me like that?"

"Josh," I said meekly. "We're over. I told you to stop showing up here."

He scoffed. "Why? So I didn't see that you were turning into a biker whore like your best friend?" he asked.

Now I was mad.

Josh had never been fond of my relationship with Ronnie once he'd learned she was connected to the Tribe, but she was my girl, and no matter what he said, we'd stayed best friends.

"Okay," I began. "You need to leave."

Josh held up his hands. "Fine," he shrugged. "I wouldn't go near you now anyway. Who the fuck knows what he's infected you with," he said, nodding to Aaron.

I expected Aaron

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