Chapter 2
Erik slammed his motorcycle into gear, roaring out of the lot, trying to rein in his rage. “Who the hell do you think you are?” His tone of voice echoed the growl of his bike as he raced down the dark street, away from the apartment he’d shared with his now ex for the last three years.
Goddamned f*****g bastard. Trying to run my life while you’re screwing anything in pants. Friends tried to warn me, but did I listen? No-o-o. Should have, but I loved the bastard—until tonight.
It was a late Wednesday night, the first week of November. Erik had gotten off early from his job at the bar and had decided to surprise his boyfriend by coming home with flowers and a six-pack of his favorite beer. The surprise was on both of them, when Erik found him in bed with the creep who lived down
