“You chose that skank over your own fucking child, and if you’d gone home straight away, you would have known he wasn’t well,” He sneers with disgust.
No, no, no…
Everything inside me tenses, and without a look at either him or Virginia, I rush out of her room with my heart in my throat, pain and worry for my son filling me while the guilt, fuck.
“Trigger, how’s Rebel’s Arts doing?” Doc asks, bringing me out of my stupidity, and I clear my throat as I blink. The vision of my wife leaving me suddenly hits me, and panic begins to stir, even though I know she won’t leave me for her lover. She knows Iwon’t let her go and when I find out who he is, he’s fucking dead, so I tamp down the fear as I address my president.
“Revenue is good, steady,” I state, not adding anything else, and Doc nods slowly while trying to asses me.
Every brother thinks I leave here to go to Virginia’s, believing I’m still fucking her, but that is the thing, I haven’t fucked her since Stone barged into her room, shocking me out of my mind-fucked state.
He casted a vote to get rid of Virginia shortly after, and I didn’t decline the vote and haven’t allowed her anywhere near me or any club property since.
I was using her, picturing my wife every time we had sex, which was maybe two or three times a month, despite what the brothers thought.
She was a hole for me to use so I could believe I was getting the affection, the love from my wife, not wanting to see the reality. While everyone thinks I was sowing my oats, fucking around, catching up with the other brothers but it was further from the truth than they all realize.
They’re aware that I think she cheated, but what they aren’t aware of is that every day I stalk outside the convenience store when she’s supposedly working. Fuck. I called Dad one day and explained I had shit to do and waited all day, and my wife didn’t show up until five in the evening.
So where in the fuck has she been all day, every day?
With her lover… sending me on a rage fit, wanting to kill every mother fucker that could be a target that she speaks to.
“Good,” Doc says, still eyeing me before he looks at Stone and asks, “Rebel’s Phoenix?”
Stone explains the revenue for our dance club, and I zone out again, ignoring everyone around, with Ashley coming back to mind like always.
We haven’t slept together in over two months, and the last time she ran to the bathroom and showered. Before that, it was six months, and again, she showered me off her, breaking my fucking heart.
I thought we were endgame, that she was my forever, that we’d be each other’s only, but I was wrong. Doesn’t mean I’m going to let her go, though.
I’ve spent my whole teenage and the beginning of my adult years loving her, of only wanting her and I may have fucked Virginia for the past year. It was fucking wrong and stupid, but Ash, she is my pixie and I can’t live my life without her.
I just have to communicate with her.
I sigh as I walk towards our home, built behind the clubhouse, an hour later. I decided not to stay for the activities after church and walked out without speaking to anyone. Dad looked at me with disappointment, clearly believing I was going to see Virginia.
I shake my head and make my way down the path, my head down, looking at my feet, my hands in my pockets.
I know Ash is home, Mama was at the club and I think it’s time we both came clean, to figure where shit went fucking wrong even if it means locking us inside until webothfucking speak.
As I begin to plan my next move, I lift my head when I hear my son shout,“Hi, Dad!”and I look towards the house but frown when I don’t see him on the wrap around porch. Instead he’s sitting inside Ash’s shitty fucking car that she refuses for me to get rid of and I relented because it is her pride and joy that she managed to buy all by herself without her parents, without me or the club. Though to be fair, her parents would probably have bought her a car with brake failure after they disowned her for choosing me and Cole over them.
So why is she fucking someone else now when she chose you?The voice in my head whispers, but I ignore it, not wanting todivulge into it knowing if I did, I’ll probably kill myself for what I’ve done. I wave to my son in confusion and walk towards the house to find Ashley.
Is she taking him out for food, thinking maybe I wouldn’t be home?
If that is the case, we can change to my truck because she knows I won’t get in that piece of shit.
“Pixie?” I call as I walk through the foyer and into the living room, but I pause, seeing her holding a duffle bag and Cole’s brown bear that my dad bought him after he was born, walking down the stairs and I frown. “What’s going on, Ash?” I question.
Pretty sure Dad would have said something if Cole was staying around theirs tonight.
She looks at me with so much hurt and anger it nearly cripples me, my knees weakening, but anger shoots through me when she admits, “Cole and I are moving out, we’re done.”
Like fucking hell!
“If you think I’m allowing you to leave me and take my son so you can be with that mother fucking lover of yours, then you have another thing coming,” I growl.
