She didn’t look convinced, but if she wasn’t, she didn’t say so. She marched past me and put on a helmet, waiting for me to climb on the bike so she could climb on behind me. I loved the feel of her there. I’d never had someone else on my bike before, but having Ruby ride behind me felt so good—like that should be her permanent place.
Her hands moved around my middle, and when her head rested against my back, I swear my dick got hard.
Down, boy. Not now.
Revving the bike to life, I backed out of her driveway and hit the road, driving straight to Stars and Strips.
When we arrived, I found half the club outside, watching a train wreck unfold. Immediately, I dismounted the bike, rushing over to the others.
“You fucking asshole!” Rosalie screeched, pushing against Scales’ chest. “Are you really going to stand there and let them treat me this way?” She motioned to the rest of the club, who sat arms crossed, blocking her from getting inside the strip club.
“Rosalie, go home,” Scales said cooly. “You were banned from all club premises, that includes here.”
Rosalie scowled, her vicious nature coming out full force when she saw poor Liberty appear behind one of the guys. “Is she why you’re never home anymore, Shane? I’ve seen the text messages between you and that whore! Are you cheating on me?” She was practically screeching, and I noticed it was making Ruby uncomfortable.
Ruby was standing behind me, and somehow, her hand found its way into mine, giving me a squeeze. “Is she okay?”
“No,” I answered. “Not in the slightest.”
Liberty looked frightened. We all knew what Rosalie was capable of, but there’s no telling what she would do to Liberty if she actually got her hands on her. There’s always been something between her and Scales, but it’s never been anything more than friendship. At least from what I could see.
Rosalie did a suicide leap towards Liberty, gripping her by the hair and yanking her toward the ground. She only got in a single hit before Bull had her by the waist, throwing her to the cement.
“Don’t you touch me, you defective animal!” She pointed an angry finger at Bull. “The bitch needs to die. She touched my man!”
“Nobody has touched me, Rosalie. Not even you,” Scales countered, stepping between her and Liberty. There was a coldness in his eyes. He was hollow, and void of all emotions. Something about that bitch had him fuming and empty.
“You said you loved me!” she screamed, taking a different route. “You lied.”
Scales puffed out his chest. “Yes, Rosalie, I did love you at one time in my life. But that time has passed. I can’t take this shit anymore. I want a fucking divorce! You’re fucking insane!”
She laughed at him. Straight up laughed at the man. “You can’t divorce me, Shane. If you do…” Her smile was pure evil. The vile action dripping with pure malice and spite. “You know the consequences.”
Scales let out a loud grunt. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take to rid me of your existence. Now leave,” he instructed. “Before I have the cops extract you.”
Juliette took a step forward, showing off her badge.
Rosalie smirked. “Do you think your little cop scares me? I’m fucking invincible, Shane. You can’t touch me. Nobody can fucking touch me.”
Out of nowhere, Liberty’s fist connected with Rosalie’s face. “I just did, bitch! That’s for sucker punching me for no goddamn reason!”
Rosalie instantly started to cry, blood pouring from her mouth. “Baby! Did you see what she did to me?”
Scales remained neutral.
“Are you really going to give up on all these years of marriage, for her? For a stupid club? A club that’s not even worth a damn. For fuck’s sake, Shane, the club is more passive than a pacifier in a newborn baby’s mouth.”
“Talk shit about my club one more time, and so help me…”
“What? What are you going to do, Shane? Hit me? I’d like to see you try. We both know which of us wears the pants in thisrelationship. It sure as hell isn’t you. Did you tell your buddies where that fucking black eye came from? Well, guess what, assholes, it came from me. He knows better than to lay a fucking finger on me!”
Scales looked emasculated. She was saying this in front of the whole damn club. He rubbed at his eye, that I could now see was a fading purple. Fuck! Scales was in some shit and none of us knew about it.What the actual fuck?
“Juliette, make her leave,” Scales instructed, his voice quivering with emotion. “Before I do something I regret.”
Juliette took a step forward, but Rosalie threw up her hands. “I’m fucking going. But if you think for one minute that you can actually divorce me without any consequences, Shane, you’re fucking delusional. You know what will happen if you do. The courts will be on my side. You can’t change your DNA no more than I can change what I did in the past. I already said I was sorry twenty times. How many more do you need?”
Scales turned to her, his eyes shimmering in the neon lights outside the club. He held his head high, looking her dead in the eye. “You could say you’re sorry a million times, Rosalie, and it still wouldn’t change anything. I’m done with you. So, do what you will. I’ll see you in court.”
