One of the worst choices of your life was starting to mess around with Micah—and this was your second biggest mistake.

Being together with Micah always felt like a hassle; a chore. He didn't put it enough effort, not the effort he promised for fucking you.

So it wasn't surprising that you wanted to break it off—the only surprising thing there was his reaction, or rather, the lack of it.

So, of course, it ended sour and bitter, and you never spoke to him again. Thankfully, you left the little gang you and he were in at the time, to pursue something better.

That 'something better' was Dutch Van der Linde's gang. Or so you thought.

Gang life with the Van der Lindes was great. They were quite the nice bunch and you liked most of them. A few months after you joined, Dutch announced another member he invited into the gang. You caught even the smallest glimpse of him, and instantly felt your stomach churning, gut telling you to leave.

Well, unfortunately, you were never good at listening to your gut; that's how you ended up in the same cot as him, only weeks after he joined the gang again; only weeks after you'd seen each other after a whole year.

Now, he's sat next to you, both under the covers and naked as the day you were born. You're getting some bad deja vu.

"Well, that was somethin'."

He's lighting a cigarette as he speaks, like he always did after you had intimacy.