Cackling gains my attention just as I finish re-stocking and I turn my head and tense, seeing Virginia and Hazel, two of the clubwhores at the clubhouse. They are dressed like they did in high school with tiny crop tops and denim miniskirts, clearly wishing they were still in their youth. Virginia being the high school cheerleader who made my life hell whenever the club brothers weren’t around.
From flushing my clothes, knocking my books from my hand, to putting gum in my hair. Pathetic shit really, all because I had the brother she wanted.
Apparently, she had her eyes on him before my parents forced me to move to Wincher and enrolled me at Wincher Middle School, but as soon as I arrived, Ty claimed me instantly despite being nearly eleven while I had just hit ten, and she hated me ever since.
Her becoming a clubwhore didn’t surprise me, she’d sleep with any brother that would take her all while eying up my husband and I never once felt jealous because I knew he was mine. But as her blue eyes stare at me with glee and she stops right before me tilting her head looking me up and down in my jeans and simple tee, no property cut in sight, with a smirk, a strong smell of cherries hit me and my stomach drops.
No, surely not.
I turn and grab the empty tray, not allowing my mind to make crap up, but before I can walk away, she opens her mouth and praises, “I have to give it to you, Ashley, still working at this shitty job, only earning minimum wage, knowing Trigger would one day get bored with you is good.”
My jaw ticks, but I keep my mouth shut and pick the other tray up, but freeze when she continues, “I can understand why youtrapped him with that brat though, his cock is huge and feels so good…”
Hazel giggles next to her, and I look to see a sly grin spread across her face.
She’s lying, she has to be. Please…
My heart stops as she cackles and continues to dig the knife straight into my heart, “What? Did you honestly think you could tame him? Was that it?”
“Go cause crap elsewhere, Virginia, we’re not in high school anymore, meaning I’m not put off smacking that grin off your face,” I snap despite my heart pounding.
She’s lying, that's all I can think of, despite the strong smell of cherries.
Grinning, she pulls out her phone, then turns it my way as a video begins playing, and I know my face has paled.
My husband, the man I gave everything up for, is lying on her bed on his stomach, gripping her thighs open as he eats her out, and bile builds. She laughs and gloats, “Everyone at that clubhouse, including his parents, knows we’ve been fucking for a year and yet you were none the wiser,” she slides her finger across. This time, a video of them in the storage cupboard in the pantry shows her on her knees sucking my husband off, his hand clearly in her hair, and the camera points up at his face, showing his head thrown back in pleasure. Virginia gloats, “And not one of them told you. Some family you have there, huh, bitch? I told you he was always going to come to me, and guess what? I was right!”
I look Virginia in the eye as Hazel looks away, her cheeks now red with most likely embarrassment, and knowing she could lose her spot at the club if I mention this little gang-up.
I’m still an old lady, even if I don’t wear my cut.
“I hope you really enjoyed this, Virginia,” I say coldly, and her smirk grows until I state, “He’s all yours, my property cut is in the closet at his home.”
She grins widely like she won, but I ignore it as I drop the trays, turn around and rush over to the staffroom, seeing Nat sitting in her office. I quickly dodge her as I grab my bag and phone before rushing out of the store, ensuring I don’t get noticed by her.
I quickly message Nat to explain that I’m not feeling well, then rush out of the shop. I can't wait for her to come out and ask if everything is alright, can’t deal with anyone right now, so I run to my car outside.
I notice Virginia laughing from the corner, where, in my mind, is where she belongs. I climb inside before speeding off down the road towards the clinic not stupid why she’s done this now.
She hasn’t been at the clubhouse since Cole was rushed to the medical room, the day my husband was clearly with her, ignoring my calls.
This is her revenge because she’s clearly been kicked out.
An hour later, I’m walking out of the clinic holding a packet of pills after being told that I have chlamydia and most likely have had it for a while, meaning my fertility rate has dropped while my body trembles.
He slept with her unprotected, when I don’t know, but he did, and he put me at risk.
With my bottom lip trembling, my chin wobbling, the urge to bawl my eyes out hard, I quickly climb into my car, put it in reverse, and leave the parking lot. My only thought is to find a divorce lawyer and demand separation papers be drawn up immediately. Then I need to pack my stuff up and drain every cent that I placed in our joint account and leave his ass.
I should have listened to my gut a few months ago, should have left him then. Especially when I’m beginning to realizethat he started a full-blown affair, not just underneath my nose, screwing her while I was in the other room with our son, but it started after I was raped and pulled back from him out of guilt and disgust.
Chapter 5
Trigger
“Anchor, how’s Rebel’s Honeys doing revenue-wise?” Doc asks as he looks at his Road Captain, who is sitting next to me, starting off church.
Anchor leans back in his seat and confirms, “Awesome, customers fill the place every night, the girls are doing what they need to, and the back room is getting more customers as well, revenue is continuing to build and their petty drama continues every day.”
