He chuckles. “Okay, I’ll get it and text it to you.”
“Any chance you can find out if he’s on duty?”
“Gimme a second.”
The plan begins to unfold in my head, and I want to get the fuck over there. If he wants to play stupid fucking games, I’ll give him a stupid prize he’ll regret winning. Make sure he understands that fucking with me is the worst decision he’s ever made.
“Yeah, he’s working until seven. Need help?”
“No, I got this. Thanks.”
“What the actual fuck?” the fake blonde hisses as she looks at the phone. “Are you… This is real?”
“It is. I’m sorry to have to break it to you, but I don’t think it’s right for him to keep this from you,” I say, trying to look as concerned as possible. “He’s putting your safety at risk.”
I do feel bad for Vold’s wife. This isn’t something any woman wants to find out, especially from another man. But he wanted to fuck around, so he’s finding out.
“What if he gave me something?” she gasps, her hand over her mouth. “I don’t… I don’t understand. He… we have sex at least three times a week. Wait, you own the Velvet Desire, right?”
“My club does, yes,” I say with a nod.
Yeah, I want her to know exactly who I am. When she talks to him, I want her to tell him a biker showed her the truth her officer husband hid from her.
“Is he a client?”
Swallowing, I do my best to look contrite. “I can’t divulge that information. It’s in the contract every client signs.”
I hope she can read the look in my eyes saying he is, in fact, a client of ours. One who won’t be able to pay to get fucked after today.
“Does he… like weird stuff?”
“Weird stuff?” There’s a whole spectrum of weird out there, and I don’t like to judge people on their kinks. To each their own as long as everyone is of age and consenting.
“Like… butt stuff.”
It’s so difficult not to laugh, and I tilt my head. “Lots of men like anal with women. I haven’t turned it down when offered.”
“I mean…hisbutt.”
I bite my lower lip. “I really can’t say anything, Mrs. Vold. I’m so sorry to have to break this to you.”
“I have to leave him.”
“Do you needhelp?”
Sniffling, she squares her shoulders and shakes her head. “I’ve suspected he’s been messing around for a while, but I wasn’t able to prove it. Everything I need to pack for me and the kids won’t take very long.”
“Will you be coming back for anything?”
“No, I’ll take everything important. Thank you for telling me.”
“How about pets?”
She stops as she walks away and shakes her head again. “We don’t have any pets. Not since my childhood cat died a year ago.”
“My mistake. Good luck.”
I move my bike and drive it around the block to the park before grabbing a backpack from the saddlebag. Walking back to the house, I slip into the backyard and into his shed. And then his neighbor’s shed. Between Vold and his neighbor, I have two full containers of gasoline. Not as much as I’d like, but considering this plan is half-cocked, it’ll do.
