“He certainly did.” King smiled and leaned back in his chair.
“Is he there?” my president asked.
“I’m here,” I answered, my eyes locked on the president of the Sons of Hell.
“What the fuck did you do?”
My hands clenched into fists, and my jaw ticked. I knew he’d give me shit when he heard how badly I’d fucked up. And when Morgan found out, it’d be even worse.
“Chasm!”
“I punched the Sons of Hell VP,” I ground out.
“Tell him why,” King said, his grin widening. The bastard was enjoying this a little too much.
I stared the man down. He had the power to ruin my life if he wanted to. What I’d done wasn’t just stupid, it was disrespectful to the patch I’d been trusted to wear. It was disrespectful to my president, and to the Sons of Hell.
“Why the fuck would you punch the VP of an allied club?”
“Because he fucked my wife.”
Chapter Twelve
Morgan
I let myself have exactly thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes to cry in my mother’s arms.
Thirty minutes to accept that my husband never really loved me.
Thirty minutes to finally let him go.
I was done.
I stood up from the couch and moved to the kitchen. Staring at the coffee cup, I took a deep breath and picked it up. I stared at that tan liquid; the steam was gone, the coffee now cold.
Like my heart.
I dumped the coffee down the drain and rinsed the cup. When I turned around, my mother was putting away the food I had taken out.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re going out. Neither of us is going to be in the mood to cook and clean. So let’s go.”
She grabbed her purse and waited for me at the door. I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave my house. Jude was out there. My friends were out there. My secret was out there.
“I think I need to call Dev first,” I said, biting my lip. “If she finds out before I tell her everything...”
“Go, call her. Then we’ll leave.”
I looked around for my phone and remembered what happened when I found it on the floor in the corner. My mother followed my gaze and sighed.
“What happened?”
I stared at the pieces of the phone scattered on the floor, like the pieces of my heart.
“I called King.” I looked up at my mom, tears filling my eyes again. “He knew, Mom. He knew and he didn’t tell me.”
