Six years earlier:

I watched as Bailey talked with her family about her life back in LA, as I downed the rest of my beer when Willow's screamed loudly tackling Bailey in a hug. Curious I glanced over at Knockout and he shrugged shaking his head.

"My baby is getting married," Willow yelled and I froze before growling and storming out of the clubhouse. Angry I hopped on my bike and headed to my house and quickly going to the spare bedroom that I had fixed into a small gym and without wrapping my hands I started hitting the bag hanging from the ceiling.

"Deke?" a small voice called and I looked towards the doorway to see Bailey walking over to me. "Can we talk?"

"Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend," I snapped coldly.

"Deke, your my best friend just because I moved on doesn't mean we have to stop being friends," she whispered.

"I have nothing to say to you," I growled kicking the punching bag out of my way and exiting the room.

"Deke please," she begged.

"Fucking hell Bailey!" I yelled turning on her slamming my hands on either side of her head watching her flinch. "You chose that boy and now you have to deal with it which means we are no longer friends. So go back to LA where you belong with your friends that are at your level of personality. So get the fuck out of my house!"

"Deke," she whimpered before bolting and I slammed my fist into the wall after realizing what I said and did.

"Fuck," I groaned grabbing my phone and making a call. "I'll do it."